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Vol. 2. Illinois Woman's College, Jacksonville, Illinois, September 25, 1917. No. I 



Matanzas 

Isn't it funny what a difference a 
simple little word can make? Why, 
just the other day, some inspired 
pej-son said the mag-ic word "Ma- 
tanzas" — and straightway over everv 
upper-classman's face a smile be- 
g-an to creep -not a dinky little 
''pleased" sort of smile^ but a reg- 
ular ear-to-ear Matanzas grin— that 
grew and grew until it laughed out 
loud. Then the seniors, out of the 
kindness of their hearts, turned to 
their sister-class and shared their 
joy with them by offering- to take 
four whole Sophs along-. ' But -well, 
5^ou know how it would be with a 
class like that! How could one de- 
cide which four to take? At last 
they found a plan. Don't fail to 
come to chapel Thursday morning- 
and cast your vote for the prettiest, 
wittiest, most talented, and best 
lov^ed of all th'e Sophomore class. 
For these are to be the luckv four. 



Dear New-girl-wno-is^readm^^tlie 
Greetmgs. 

Are'nt you g-lad you're here? 

We are too, because you are rath- 
er lovable you know, and that's the 
reason we want you to g-et rig-ht into 
all the big things and feel more and 
more enthusiasm lor the colleg-e. 
The people surely have a heap big 
time in this place. The fun of our 
reception Saturday evening was only 
a sample. We have planned ever so 
many interesting and delicious 
things for your enjoyment. Among 
the latter are those melt-in-your- 
month chocolate bars, which will 
always be on sale in the Association 
room. You can cause them to dis- 
appear by simply leaving the right 



number of nickles, of course, what- 
ever you do though, you must not 
miss the Sunday devotional meet- 
ings. We try to do other things to 
keep you interested and happy, but 
it is at these meetings that we give 
the most of ourselves and we want 
you to do the same. 

Expecting to see you all next 
Sunday, 

Verj' truly 3-ours, 

The Y. W. C. A. 



Red Cross 



The Jacksonville Red Cross has 
been asked to supply twelve hund- 
red sets ot knitted garments for the 
use of the soldiers, each set to con- 
sist of sweater, scarf, wiistlets and 
socks. As these must be ready at 
an early date all experienced knitt- 
ers are asked to co-operate. So far 
less than one hundred of each of 
these garments has been shipped 
from the local Red Cross shop. 



Atnletic Association 

"When in Rome do as the 
Romans." In I. W. C. do as all real 
I. W. C. girls do. Join the Athletic 
Association and be "in the swim.'' 
Begin now to practice for the fall 
track meet and plan to gain A. A. 
honors in your favorite sport. 
Watch for announcements about 
Golf and Hike clubs. 



We Kate to "Disillusion" tlieni, LLit- 

Freshie "But when do you 
study here?" 

All-wise Soph — "Well, you see 
we study from seven to nine and—" 

P'reshie— "But what do you 
study so long for?" 



THE GREETINGS EXTRA 



Tlie College Greetings. 

Editor-in-Chief - -. -- - Lois Bruner 

Associate Editor Lavina Jones 

Assistant Editors MyraKirkpatrick, JMildred Barton 

Business Manager ....- — Dorothy Pinkston 

Assistant Business Manag-er Florence Madden 

Art Editor -. - - - Marie Towle 

Faculty Advisor - Miss Johnston 



Editorial takes a sudden slump. It happens 

_,, „ J ,. . r ., every month when a staff member 

The flurry and contusion of the 

' ^, ,, approaches and ventures a timid re- 

first week of another college year — '^^ 

, ,. , , .• ^\ quest for a report for publication in 

including the chaotic room, the ^ _ ^ ' 

, , , J , J ^1. u -1 the Greetings. Not until the va- 

tangled schedule, and the homesick ^ 

.,, ■ ■ rious departments of the College 

freshman— are rapidly giving way ^ 

, -J 4.- ( discover and take advantage of the 

to the regular organized routine of '^ 

,.' „, ^. r 11 fact that a really good report, care- 

college life. 1 he time for real work - '^ ' 

, , ,„, - , 1 fullv written by one who knows how, 

is at hand. The newgirls are learn- 

, , ^ r ., 1 r. and cheerfully submitted in plenty 

ing to look out for themselves as - ^ - 

, " , 11^111! of time for publication is the most 

they have never had to do before. ^ 

profitable form of advertisement 
possible, can thej' lay claim to being 
a thoroughly wide awake body. And 
not tmtil the Greetings has gained 
the added support which this ar- 
rangement would afford can it be 
called a livel}-, up-to-date college 
paper, representative of the best 
that is in our school. 



It seems to be a rather necessary 
thing here — this looking out for 
one's self. The College Greetings 
especially wishes to recommend it 
in respect to contribtitions. This 
year the staff is going to work for 
the development of an entirely dif- 
ferent spirit among the students 
and the departments represented in 
the paper— and that spirit is to be a 

" look-out- for-yourself" one. There Madrigal CIuId 

are numerous organizations and so- The Madrigal Club will begin 

cieties in the school whose "pep" is work very soon. Reheai-sals will be 
almost unlimited when it comes to Thursday evening this year and all 

, • J 1 • . . voice pupils are expected to be in 

planning and working up stunts . ^ ^ ' . 

readiness. The plans tor the year 
and programs for the year's work. .^^^^^^^^ ^j^^ ^.^-^^ ^^ ^^^ operetta in 

But there conies a time when the the spring with full chorus and or- 
enthusiasm of the very best of them ' chestra. 



THE GREETINGS EXTRA 



Students' Association 

Student government is the best thing 

ever was invented, 
We worked until we got it and now 

we are contented; 
Run by teachers in the days gone 

by,' 
Now we have a system of our own 

to try. 

Little girls, big girls, step in-line; 
Pay your dues and the constitution 

sign ! 
Clear your conscience all up fine, 
And then 3'ou can vote at election 

time. 

Then always turn your lights out 

just at ten. 
Open np your windows and wind 

your Baby Ben, 
And crawl beneath the "kivers" 

with a conscience free, 
Like all good students of L W. C. 



Home Economics Clul) 
The Home Economics Club of the 
Illinois Woman's College is a strong 
factor in the department as well as 
in the school as a whole. The asso- 
ciation of students who have a com- 
mon interest serves to strengthen 
the bond between them and the Col- 
lege. The newly elected officers are 
anticipating a successful year with 
the cooperation of each girl in the 
department. Some patriotic work 
under the direction of the Red Cross 
is being planned, as well as other 
meetings which will have both prac- 
tical and educational value. The 
club holds monthly meetings, and 
all students are urged to attend and 
participate in the discussion of mat- 
ters vital to the interest of the home 
and the nation. 



Orchestra 

The College orchestra will resume 
its rehearsals for the current year 
sometime this week. There will be 
a number of new faces in the or- 
chestra, principally in the violin 
section, with Miss Clara Moore, 
teacher of violin, at the concert 
master's desk. Plans are taking 
form for a concert later in the year, 
and also for an appearance with the 
Madrigal Club. Any pupils of the 
College who play violin, cello, double 
bass, flute, clarinet, saxaphone, cor- 
net, trombone or drums, who wish 
to join the orchestra, will please 
hand their names to Miss Moore or 
Mr. Stearns. 



Glee CluL 

No slackers allowed!! Pep, as 
well as a good voice, is required of 
all glee club members. The club 
plays a prominent part in school 
affairs. In fact, few contests, plays 
or "stunts" of any kind are har- 
moniously complete without Mrs. 
Hartmann and her jolly bunch of 
warblers. If you want to be "in it," 
don't fail to sign up for the try-out, 
which will be neld in the very near 
future. 



Dramatic CiuL 

We have a dramatic club at I.W. 
C. We want all our new students 
to try out for entrance into it. When 
you see the stage in our new gym. 
the desire to act will surely creep 
up into your being. Don't squelch 
it! Let it grow! You have the very 
talent we need in our first big play. 
Keep your eyes open for try-out an- 
nouncements. 



THE GREETINGS EXTRA 



And Look Wliat's Coming!! 

New girls, old g'irls, teachers short 

and tall, 
Hearken to our message! Listen to 

our call! 
In tlie days before us, in this very 

Fall, 
There's coming a big song book, 

'Tis written for us all! 
Words there are, and music of songs 

both old and new, 
Songs that tell of colors, the yellow 

and the blue; 
Watch and wait — it's coming! 'Twill 

be a bargain, too; 
This Woman's College song book 
That's coming soon to vou. 



" Rettv Jane" — the most talent" 
ed child off the stage, cousin of 
the Wilton sisters. 

All the latest ragtime. 

Tender, thrilling "moon songs" 
for those sentimentally inclined. 

Back bone of the Home Eco- 
nomics Department! 

Holes in your hose? "Betty 
Jane" fixes 'em ! 

Creamy fudge?— yum, yum! 

Special midnight lessons in 
witchcraft. 

Watch the ceiling turn over! 

Skeleton i?i Come and see! 



Mataiizas For Most Talented 
Sopli. 

Famous for 

1. Pancakes baked without 

grease. 

2. Boot blacking. 

3. Hair dressing. 

4. Trombone blating. 

Have had two years' experience 
as chauffeur. 

I make an excellent Ford to run 
errands. 

Vote for 
A'. Lindley for Matanzas. 



JVANTED — A place as waitress to 
de gals at Matanzas. I is most 
talented when it comes to all 
kinds o' work, 'specially cooking 
and de like. An' if I's asked I'd 
give a little musical, too. I'd 
sure like to go with you all. I's 
been in the McChord family for 
seventeen vears. 



Have your beauty restored and 
well taken care of. Take a spe- 
cialist of this work with you to 
jMatanzas. 

Gertrude Onken, the most beau- 
tiful Sophomore, is one of the 
thousand living examples. No 
home or camping trip complete 
without one. 

Absolutely harmless (both work 
and candidate. ) 



Estlier Hetlierlin, llie Talented 
Sopli. 

Oh Esther, oh Est-her, how you 

can cook ! 
Oh Seniors, oh Seniors. my 

gracious, look ! 
She'll make \our sad hearts jump 

with jo}'. 
And when she's there she'll work 

just like a boy— for she's 
Oh Seniors, oh Seniors, oh I 
Oh please tell us quick, what 

makes her such a brick, 
She's quite modest, 'lis true. 
But what stunts she can do, and 

it's. 
Oh Esther, oh Esther, oh! 



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The College Greetings is published monthly by the students 
of Illinois Woman's College. 

Contributions to its pages are solicited from the students of 
all departments, and from the alumnae. They are due the fif- 
teenth of each month. 

Subscriptions, $1.25 a year, payable in advance. Single 
copies 20c. 

Entered at Jacksonville Post Office as second-class matter. 



(Contents 

October 2 

Bubbles. — A Comedy in One Act 3 

The Seniors at Mantanzas 5 

The Hike 6 

Editorial — On Gravy 7 

Lake Geneva 8 

Class Officers for 1920-21 9 

While the Cat's Away 11 

Honor Roll ' 12 

Calendar 14 

Alumnae Department 16 

Letter from Fjeril Hess, '15 16 

Alumnae Notes 22 

In Remembrance 22 

Music Notes 23 

Indiana I. W. C. Reunion 24 




October 
Olwen Leach '24. 

O month of mellow sunlight! 
O month of falling leaf! 
Your days are like a golden dream 
Your nights are tinged with grief. 

In the sunlight I love to wander 
'Mong the leaves of colors bright 
And in the shadows ponder 
'Neath the great white moon at night. 

Perhaps it's love of dreaming 
You give to me and yet 
There's another deeper feeling, 
One of sadness and regret. 

Is not your wondrous sunset 
That comes at close of day 
Like the farewell to a lover 
Who is summoned on his way ? 

And are you not, October, 
With your chilling wind that sighs 
Like a life that slowly ages 
And fades away and dies ? 




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"Bubbles." 

Lorene Smith 
A Comedy in One Act. 
All Rights Reserved. 

Characters. 
Miss Sure-believer 
Miss Slowly Being Convinced. 
Ouija, a writer (not a speaking part). 

ACT I — The room of Miss Sure-believer, a Harker 
Hall room containing two single beds, two desks, dress- 
er, and several easy chairs. When the curtain rises the 
two girls, Miss Sure-believer and Miss Slowly-being- 
Convinced are sitting in the middle of the room, hold- 
ing Ouija board on their laps. They are holding their 
nightly seance. 

Miss Believer — Now, come on Ouija and tell us 
how soon — Oh V\^hat shall we ask it? We already 
know when we are going to be married, who our hus- 
bands are going to be, where we will live, whether we'll 
be rich or poor, happy or unhappy and when we will 
die. What else is there to ask? 

Miss Slowly-being-convinced — Well, I haven't my 
French for tomorrow. Let's ask it if the teacher will 
call on me. Ouija, will I be called on in French class 
tomorrow? Silence reigns, as the three-legged for- 
tune teller slowly but surely approaches the word, No. 

Miss Believer (Reading) No! Isn't that great! 
Now we can keep on asking questions until ten o'clock. 
Oh, joy! Let's ask Ouija if there will ever be a Wo- 
man's College where one won't have to work. Be good 
Ouija and tell us if there will ever be a college where 
one won't have to work. Again Ouija moves. 



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Miss Believer — He says yes! 

Miss S. B. C— When Ouiji? 

Miss B. (spelling)— N-E-X-T Y-E-A-R. Oh, 
where ? 

Miss B. and Miss S. B. C. together— J-A-C-K- 
S-0-N-V-I-L-L-E, FLORIDA! 

Miss S. B. C. (disappointed) — Well, I guess we 
can go there. 

Miss B. — How much work will a Freshman have to 
take there, Ouija? 

(Interpreting)— JUST TEN HOURS. 

Miss S. B. C. — Oh, g — rand! Ouija, will students 
always have to work at Illinois Woman's College? 

MissB. (spelling)— ALWAYS! 

Oh, what's the use! 

Miss S. B. C. — "Be", did you know that yesterday 
the mail wasn't delivered until eleven o'clock? Think 
of it! And I had to wait all that time for my letter! 
(It was from HIM) Let's ask Ouija if I. W. C. will 
ever have an all-college mail box. Will we, Ouija? 

Slowly but steadily Ouija says yes. 

Miss B. — Oh, oh, oh, wouldn't that be great! Then 
we could get our mail just like the faculty do now. Let's 
ask it if we won't have "class cuts" soon. Ouija will we 
ever be allowed to "cut" classes ? 

Breathlessly they watch and Ouija spells out 
WHEN YOU GET SO INTELLIGENT YOU DON'T 
NEED TEACHERS. 

(The ten o'clock bell rings) 

Miss S. B. C— Well, we won't have "cuts" to- 
morrow anyway. So, good-night, "Be". 

Miss B. — Good-night. 

Miss S. B. C. — Exits R. Miss Believer looks dis- 
gustedly at Ouija and puts him in the comer. 

The curtain falls. 

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The Seniors at Matanzas 

Yes, we're back. T-i-r-e-d! D-i-r-t-y! Bitten! 
Blistered hands and feet, but oh, the fun ! It was worth 
it. 

Soon after our arrival, memories of last year's 
camping trip came back to us, when we saw Zerita 
Schwartz, Marie Iliff, Edna Osborne, Mildred Funk, 
Ruby Baxter, and Sip Herself, come walking down the 
road. It was truly wonderful to have them with us 
again, and the time came too soon on Sunday for their 
departure. (We thank them heartily for the oatmeal 
cookies.) 

Saturday night we were invited to the Junior 
Camp Fire and Sunday night they came to ours. The 
Juniors were so enthusiastic over our invitation that 
two of their number came an hour ahead of time. 

On account of the "noisy" moon Saturday night, 
the occupants of the front room were unable to sleep. 
Therefore those on the front porch and back room were 
also unable to sleep. It might be added that the moon 
was assisted by L. Smith, who declared that we could 
sleep at home. 

The main event of Sunday, besides the chicken din- 
ner, was the romance of our "Model Child," a side fea- 
ture being the capture of the camouflaged Ford. Later 
in the evening while gathered around the fire place, we 
lived up to the example of our predecessors and we now 
have four on our list of 100 percenters. 

We truly believe that Monday was the shortest day 
of the year, because before we could scarcely realize it, 
we were all packed and on our way to the train, lament- 
ing the fact that this was probably the last time we 
would visit Matanza. Never shall we forget the happy 
hours we spent at Sans Souci. 

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P. S. We have been asked by individual members 
of the class not to tell : 

Who ate the most. 

Who talked the most. 

Who forgot her turn at the dishes. 

Who talked in her sleep. 

Who was the first one up. 

Who knew where the lost Junior bun was. 

Who knew how to crank a Ford. 

P. P. S. We hope that this will bring to you all the 
atmosphere of the woods, but it will be very labored — 
this was written by the fuel committee. 



The Hike 

Helen Kent, '23. 

To arouse m_ore enthusiasm and interest in our 
school athletics, the athletic association suggested a 
hike for all the students and faculty. Even Dr. Harker 
and Miss Austin were among the large number who 
hiked out to Nichols Park, Wednesday afternoon, Sep- 
tember 28th, and gathered around a large fire for sup- 
per. The brisk, cold air gave everyone a big appetite 
for the wieners, rolls, coffee, marshmallows, and water- 
melon. Short talks, alternated with cheers, were given 
by several girls about the various sports offered here 
at I. W. C. 



Lorene : (looking serious) "Oh, I have such a fun- 
ny feeling in my head, I never felt like this before !" 
Isabel (breathless) "I bet you've got a thought!" 

M. M. (at truth party) : Well, Gladys, the thing I 
especially like about you is. you are so versatile. 

G. L. Oh, you mean that I have a large vocabulary. 
Really, I don't know very many big words ! 



Vol. XXIV Jacksonville, 111., Oct., 1920 No. 1. 



Editor-in-chief Vera Wardner 

Associate Editor Cora Cherry 
Assistant Editors Margaret Hamilton, Margaret Fowler 

Art Editor Jennie Lacey 

Business Manager Margaret Watson 

Assistant Managers Velma Bain, Helena Betcher 

Faculty Adviser Miss Bertha Jones 



EDITORIAL 



This world has a great many customs — too many 
we are often prone to believe. Conventions, traditions, 
customs — all synonymous in a sense, are products of 
social life — of the living together process. Naturally 
we have customs here in college where the living to- 
gether process has gone on for some seventy-five years 
and where throughout this time effort has been made 
to bring this into a state of smoothness. 

Not long ago we made gravy at Matanzas with our 
friend Marian Jane. We put flour and water together 
and then spent a half hour smoothing out the lumps. 
Perhaps it wasn't a half hour but it seemed that long. 
Whenever flour and water come together there are 
bound to be lumps, and the only things for them are 
good stout spoons, for flattening, and patience in the 
wielders of the spoons. 

After the mixture looked smooth and milky, we 
poured it into a pan and began our gravy — when lo and 
behold, new lumps put in appearance and these in their 
turn had to be flattened. The finished product, served, 
seemed to be in a state of absolute liquidity — but we 
wouldn't be a bit surprised if a lump or two had some- 
how edged by us and gotten in, unperceived. 

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Everything can't always be as smooth as each of us 
would like it to be, but who knows if the trouble may not 
lie in ourselves ? Could we possibly be part of some un- 
tractable lump which refuses to give up its own pet way 
for the good of the gravy? Surely seventy-five years 
of stirring and flattening and testing ought to be a safe 
background for well seasoned college tradition. 

We started out with the intention of discussing a 
certain custom which is particularly sweet to upper 
classmen around the first of October when the moon is 
full, the woods a glory of color, and Lake Matanzas — 
And then we got sidetracked. 

But don't let's be lumps ! 



Lake Geneva. 

Genevieve Coates, '23 

We've been to Geneva and it's really more wonder- 
ful than last year's delegates told us. Certainly no more 
inspiration, thinking, good fellowship and plain fun 
have ever been crowded into ten short days. Just to be 
one of the seven hundred college girls in the auditorium 
listening to a noted speaker inspires one to "follow the 
gleam" more earnestly than before- 

The program of our days was as follows : Morning 
Worship, Bible and World Fellowship Classes and a 
lecture. After dinner all was quiet for an hour. Then 
time was given to swimming, boating, tennis and en- 
joying the beauty of hills and lake. Baseball must not 
be omitted for it shortened "Willie's" sojourn with us. 
She just took her ankle and went to Indiana. 

One never-to-be-forgotten episode was our "Stroll 
around the Lake." M. J. and Willie are prepared to ad- 
vise on the cultivation of blisters and Avis is a human 
pedometer. More space would be necessary to do the 
subject justice. 



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Camp broke up Friday morning and the girls sailed 
away with a deeper sense of their responsibilities as Y. 
W- C. A. girls of America. Most of the I. W. C'ers re- 
mained to explain further the bypaths about Fontana 
and to hike to Connie's cottage. After a night there 
they went to Chicago and attended the August I. W. 
C. luncheon at Marshall Field's. 

In our minds G-E-N-E-V-A spells bigness of pur- 
pose, closer love of God, comradeship and the privilege 
of being "In Service for the Girls of the World." 



Class Officers for 1920-21 

Senior 

President Isabel Woodman 

Vice-president Margaret Davison 

Secretary-Treasurer Esther Harper 

Adviser Miss Jones 

Junior 

President Marion Munson 

Vice-president Gladys Laughlin 

Secretary Helen Chiles 

Treasurer Lura Hurt 

Adviser Miss Storrs 

Sophomore 

President Helen Kent 

Vice-president Jeanette Wallace 

Secretary Alma Blodget 

Treasurer Doris Hamilton 

Adviser Miss Lambert 

Freshman (for first semester) 
Chairman Margaret Burmeister 

Secretary Audrey Jordon 

Treasurer Bonnie Olsen 

Yell Leader Josephine Craig 

Adviser Miss Whitmer 

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Getting "Y's" to the New Girls 
Genevieve Coates '23 Marguerite Wills '23 

Old Y. W. was happy. Every year she had enjoyed 
her big night entertaining the new girls but this year 
seemed better than ever. Not only were the new girls 
attractive but they were going to be a big help too. 
First she was going to put her memory lessons to a 
practical test ; certainly these new names were graphic 
enough ! After consuming several glasses of punch she 
dropped off into a tired sleep only to work all night on 
her memory test. 

Dressed in a Black Hat and Lacey Coates, she wan- 
dered through Hazel Dell and Overturf into Lobdell 
where she found a Poole and she felt a Quick desire 
to Wade in its Watters. The Broadstones did not Hurt 
her Little feet and she Willed to Harris the Grains and 
Sturgeons. 

She was enjoying herself very much when she rec- 
ognized the Weaver, the Mayor, the Mason, the Carter, 
the Miller and the Miner of Austin Gumming to Warn- 
er of the approaching Lyons, Gampbells, Wolfs, Lambs 
and many other Foster Ghiles Gumming Byland and 
sea. They tried to Holder but she ran over the Hills 
and crossed the Styles to the house of a Bishop who 
was reading Golliers and Museing on "Watt was Ains- 
worth." 

Out in front Thomason, dressed in Brown was 
Sellewing Young Oakes while Oliver Warded off star- 
vation by bringing out Gunningham and Eberhart and 
proceeding to Forcum up. 

"Oh," said Y. W., "I've lost Mahanke or did some- 
one Steele it? You Betcher I won't Howell tho and al- 
ways Garrie a Gotton one." 

When they could eat no Moore they went to their 
Holmes and Y. W- awoke just in time for the Sunday 
afternoon meeting, and you may be sure that Y. W. 
knows all of the new girls by now. 

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While the Cat's Away 

By a Sophomore 

Did we have a dull and doleful time while the up- 
per classmen were sporting at Matanzas ? We did NOT ! 
While the cat's away you know what happens ; so Sat- 
urday night we entertained the Freshmen in the gym. 
First we acted out songs, and the "Ja-a-az Baby" scor- 
ed a hit. The Sophomores gave a stunt, "The Miracle 
Medicine," a hint for the regulation of superfluous a- 
voirdupois. The cast was as follows : 

Mrs. Hiram Jehose Fat — Helena Betcher. 

Miss Flimsy Long — Helen Kent. 

Dr. Cure-it-all — Lucille Kirby. 

Nurse Ease — Lois Forcum- 

Head Nurse — Flo Dikeman. 

Then we had ice cream and danced, I think our 
guests enjoyed themselves, for one freshman announc- 
ed that she was "as tired as if she had been to a regu- 
lar dance and had just as good a time !" 

Sunday we assembled on the back campus for the 
Y. W. C. A. meeting. Marguerite Wills was the leader. 
The subject was "Autumn Poetry," and something, 
perhaps the selections read by Anna Canada and Jose- 
phine Rink, perhaps Marguerite's talk or the glorious 
day, made us look at the old world with more interest 
than before. 

Monday was a day made to order for enjoying Pit- 
ner's big lawn and the good things served there at the 
annual picnic. Then Monday night the season of quiet 
was interrupted by the strains of "Fur, Fur Away," 
and our better half breezed in. 

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High Honors. 
1919-1920. 

Those in the High Honor List have an average of 
90 or above for the year's work, and rank in the order 
given. 

Seniors—Class of 1920. 

1. Sipfle, Miriam 4. Harper, Ruth 

2. Osborne, Edna 5. Hetherlin, Esther 

3. English, Anna 

Juniors — Class of 1921. 

1. Harper, Esther 4. Wardner, Vera 

2. Davison, Margaret - 5. Crowder, Avis 

3. Harmel, Huldah 6. Cherry, Cora 

Sophomores and 2nd yr. Specials — 1922. 

1. Flowers, Violet 3. Ashwood, Hildreth 

2. Forsythe, Mary 4. Remley, Dorothy 

Freshmen and 1st yr. Specials — 1923. 

1. Pires, Elson 6. Blodget, Alma 

2. Wallace, Janette 7. Boeker, Edna 

3. Weber, Florence 8. Fowler, Margaret 

4. Gish, Inez 9. Barton, Virgie 

5. Coates, Genevieve 10. Todd, Margaret 

Those having an average of between 88 and 90. 
Seniors— 1920. 

1. Funk, Mildred 4. Bunting, Leatha 

2. Goodale, Gladys 5. Kennedy, Mamie 

3. Madden, Florence 6. Keplinger, Winifred 

Juniors — 1921. 

1. Robison, Marian Jane 4. Watson,, Margaret 

2. Wade, Sue 5. Woodman, Isabel 

3. Ramsey, Mona 

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Sophomores and 2nd. yr. Specials — 1922. 



1. 


Merker, Margaret 


6. 


Shumway, Tina 


2. 


Miller, Mary 


7. 


Hurt, Lura 


3. 


Chase, Gladys 


8. 


Collier, Grace 


4. 


Neff, Venus 


9. 


Dell, Hazel 


6. 


Keys, Harriet 







Freshmen and 1st yr. Specials — 1923. 

1. Canada, Anna 5. Styles, Grace 

2. Kent, Helen 6. Hammond, Dorothy 



Gowdy, Helen 
Pitkin, Julia 



6. 

7. Ward, Anna 

9. Forcum, Lois 



Having an average between 85 and 88. 
Seniors— 1920. 

1. Harker, Ruth 5. Bolton, Lucille 

2. Lindley, Nelle 6. Dugger, Alene 

3. Schwartz, Zerita 8. Iliff, Marie 

4. Seaman, Blanche 9. LaRue, Mary 

Juniors — 1921. 

1. Destouesse, Henrietta 4. Keys, Mildred 

2. Bishop, Mary 5. Black, Veriel 

3. Caruthers, Marian 

Sophomores and 2nd yr. Specials — 1922. 

1. Clotfelter, Ada 5, Munson, Marian 

2. Deatherage, Marjorie 7. Brown, Josephine 

3. Chiles, Helen 8. Pyatt, Lucie 

4. Collins, Florence 

Freshmen and 1st yr. Specals — 1923. 



1. Lindmeire, Dorothy 10. 

2. Logan, Hazel 11. 

3. Grain, Helen 12. 

4. Gillespie, Ruth 13. 

5. Gower, Dorothy 14. 

6. Crawford, Mary 15. 

7. Harris, Helen 16. 

8. McDevitt, Dorothy 17. 

9. Kneale, Louella 

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Farmer, Pauline - 
Wills, Marguerite 
Hamilton, Doris 
Schlosser, Irene 
Swank, Janice 
Thayer, Bess 
Norman, Louise 
Sylvester, Lorainne 



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CALENDAR. 

Sept. 20 — I thought classes began on the twen- 
tieth, but I guess I'm here a Kttle bit early. I went to 
a big "sing" on the campus tonight — girls are awfully 
nice to a new comer here, and I'm not a bit homesick — 
at least, I'm not a very big bit. I wonder what the folks 
are doing tonight. 

Sept. 21 — My this is a fine school and I'm begin- 
ning to feel at home already. My room-mate came to- 
day and she is a peach. We just got home from the 
marshmallow roast. 

Sept. 22 — The worst thing about classes is finding 
the right room ! I went to see the Dean today and when 
she asked me if I had signed up for a regular Liberal 
Arts course, I said "No, the only Art I am taking is De- 
sign I." I wish I hadn't said it quite so important. I 
love the chapel exercises here. 

Sept. 23 — ^^This is no place to get homesick — one 
does'nt have time. There is a big Athletic hike next 
Monday, and I can hardly wait ! There are the most ex- 
citing posters everywhere. 

Sept. 24 — The Honor Roll was read in chapel this 
morning, and I made a silent but determined resolution 
to remember not to answer "present" when my name is 
read next year. 

Sept. 25 — The Y. W. C. A. reception was so nice 
and I got acquainted with a lot more new girls. 

Sept. 26 — Sunday is such a wonderful day, here, 
that I just couldn't spoil it by being even a tiny bit 
homesick. It's awfully nice to be at home on Sunday 
evenings, though. 

Sept. 27 — Rain-rain-rain! And we couldn't have 
the hike. Why couldn't it rain some other day and let 
this one be nice? P 

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Sept. 28 — It has been nice and cold today, and I got 
to wear my new sweater. That black haired Senior who 
rooms over here in Main was elected house chairman, 
tonight,and a girl named Lorene was elected in Harker. 

Sept. 29 — We had the hike this afternoon and it 
was certainly worth w^aiting for. I have a blister on my 
heel. 

Sept. 30 — I just couldn't decide whether to go to 
the church social or not, at first, but my big sister came 
by for me and now I'm so glad I went. It was lots of fun. 

Oct. 1. — Let me tell you, if you ever want good 
candy, go to the Y. W. room. They just started selling 
it today. 

Oct. 3 — We had Y. W. service out of doors today. 
It must be awfully easy for folks who live out in the 
sunshine and fresh air to be good. 

Oct. 4 — Today was the Pitner picnic and I'm cer- 
tainly glad to knov/ that it is an annual affair. The Jun- 
iors and Seniors came back from Mantanzas and all 
seemed so peppy that it makes me want to count the 
days until I'll get to go. 

Oct. 5 — My room-mate got a letter from a girl 
named Julia Pitkin, who used to be here last year, and 
is teaching school now. 



The Amoeba Again in the Lime Light 

Hilarious members of the advanced zoology class, 
returning with specimens from the Wabash pond, plan- 
ned to hurl an amoeba thru the window of the fresh- 
man English class-room, but fearing that it would 
cause too much terror, decided to wait until the new 
students were on speaking terms with the animal. 



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Alumnae Department 

Castle of Devin 
Prerov na Laben Cz SI. 

August 17, 1920 
Dear old Friend College Greetings : 

The last letter I remember writing to you was from 
a hill top in Nevada where I was the sole ruler of a 
ranch school 9 by 13, with a flock of two children one 
of whom was an Indian. Then I sat in riding clothes, 
burned and wild, in the midst of some of the newest 
country in the world. Now I sit in Spalding and Co. 
bloomers, Fifth Ave. N. Y. English wool sox and a mid- 
dy and tie which I wore in the dim past at J'ville (not 
in the dining room I hope) ; and the tie has nice fringy 
ends showing its true age; for all four corners have 
them I must confess. But my camp head-band says in 
embroidered letters: "Devin MAMINKA 1920" and is 
gay with two tiny embroidered Cech flags, the new one 
of the new Republic, blue, white and red. For this time 
dear Greetings, I am one of the American Y. W. C. A. 
secretaries in charge of the livliest girls camp in Europ 
Secretaries in charge of the livliest girls camp in Eu- 
rope, no exceptions allowed, and of the only one in Cz- 
ech Slovakia. With a blush for the age it implies, I 
whisper, that the word "Maminka" means "little moth- 
er" for we have a family of seventy girls: students, 
clerks, industrial workers, teachers, government work- 
ers ; all kinds, sizes and dispositions. Quite a family for 
Tatinek (little father) and me to handle. 

My Corona echoes in my room of our castle which 
is only about 1200 years old, having been first founded 
in 679 by Kaman as a hiding place for his son Tumak, 
who was under sentence of death for killing some peo- 
ple in a family feud. It is what the Cechs call "really 
old." In other words they really admit that anything 
over a thousand years old is not new. At any rate it is 

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a beautiful spot, and our girls think that there is no 
place like it in the world. They come for two week per- 
iods and weep bitter tears when they leave. It reminds 
me of College a great deal. When a new lot come, they 
are strange for at least two hours and then they are 
quite at home. In a week they are old settlers and af- 
ter two weeks it sounds and looks like Commencement 
Day here, with all the going away folk, graduating Sen- 
iors! When some come back for a week-end or a day 
or two, the shrieks that arise are exactly like old 
arrivals in the front hall at J'ville. I have visions of the 
fall of 1913 I believe it was, really old timers like Louise 
Miller, Mrs. Colean, Miss Knopf and Miss Johnston, 
will remember it. It was noisy to say the least and the 
Faculty radiator wasn't innocent of some of it either! 
(Is the Radiator still the noble place for the gathering 
of the clans, the place where the timid Freshman has to 
run the gauntlet ofFaculjty eyes? I wonder!) 

Well, at any rate, for the present I am renewing 
my youth and playing with our younguns at Summer 
Camp, hating skirts, and singing Cech songs to the de- 
light of the girls to the accompaniment of my faithful 
(please keep this fact from Miss Johnston) Ukulele or 
to be exact, my taro-patch. Cech is a terrible language. 
Ihave more hopes of fluent Greek than fluent Cech 
but I murder it cheerfully and sing unhesitantly, ex- 
cept when I have to sing alone. Then I feel as I used to 
when I had to repeat a psalm alone after being accus- 
tomed to the accompanying roar of the whole chapel, 
when I found that I almost knew it but needed the sup- 
port of others. It is a pleasing sensation tho to say 
something and really have someone understand what 
you are talking about. It is usually such a shock how- 
ever, that one can't go any farther, and must sink ig- 
nominiously to German. Let no one say by the way 
that my days of German Literature were wasted. I 

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have used the maHgned tongue in diplomatic circles 
(the French Commander in Chief of Prague and I often 
have to resort to it when my French runs out) I tell 
fairy tales to the girls in it, lead a Bible circle in it, and 
since most of the folks here, while they speak it rather 
fluently, do not bother about little niceties like case 
endings and so forth, my speaking German isn't much 
grander than when I first began to use it. 

Speaking of languages, our games are fun to listen 
to. We play basket ball very well and very murderous- 
ly. I had to give it up because I was slowly being desi- 
cated in the process. Base ball we play noisily and in- 
terestedly but quite unthinkingly. It is a common sight 
to see a runner hugging a baseman with glee over a 
well slugged ball instead of picking up her feet and 
making for home. But volley ball! Words fail me to 
describe the rapture with which we plead for "vowly 
boll." One and all, fat, thin, weak, strong, old and young, 
love it. The air is filled with a mixture of English, 
Cech and German during such a game. 

The girls put into our hands this morning a sin- 
cere friendly letter to the girls in the Y. W. C. A. Vaca- 
tion Camp out of Warsaw. If you have any idea of the 
general attitude of Cechs and Poles to one another you 
will realize what a real thing it is for these girls to do 
it, for the two people are not on friendly terms as you 
may surmise if you have read anything of the Teschen 
country plebicit controversy. It is a fine letter and 
shows that the girls are willing to learn international- 
ism. 

I do not know whether you know what my work 
in Czecho Slovakia really is. When I am not so fortun- 
ate as to be wearing bloomers all day and baking pota- 
toes in the camp fire on our beach at the river, I am 
the dignified Woman's Students' Secretary for CzSl.un- 

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der the Y. W. C. A. We are now building in coopera- 
tion with the Y. M. C. A. a Student Foyer for the stu- 
dents of the University of Prague, which we hope to 
open with the fall term in October. There is to be a 
large womens' wing and a large mens' wing with a 
joint assembly hall and cafeteria, library and clinic. It 
is very badly needed here as the boys and girls have 
nothing at all provided by the University and have no 
chance for seeing each other. It is to be operated un- 
der the auspices of the Cz SI Students' Renaissance 
Movement which is their name for the Students' 
Christian Movement. Over here the Student Y. W. 
and Y. M. are called S. C. M. and almost always the 
work for men and women is together. It is a tremend- 
ously interesting piece of work, for the religious situa- 
tion in these countries and especially Cz SI is a difficult 
one and many people are working out a new faith from 
former fomality. In this homeland of John Huss and 
the Reformation one feels very young in religious mat- 
ters, and we are learning many things all the time. The 
students are a fine lot of boys and girls. I have some 
wonderful friends among them. Five of my girls are 
leaving tomorrow for Vassar College where they will 
hold two year scholarships. I wish that you girls were 
going to have the opportunity of knowing these young- 
sters ; it would do you good to have first contact with 
entirely new minds and training. If the Y. W. there at 
College wants to do a friendly bit of something some 
time this winter, it might write a word to them, care of 
Marie Doskova, Vassar College. They have worked 
with us here in Prague in one way or another and are 
staunch members of "Ivka" as the Y. W. is called in this 
country. I am wishing that I could leave tomorrow 
with them, for I must whisper again, Greetings, that I 
am homesick. Gracious, I wonder if anyone there now 
remembers the days when we used to eat rich "Sparkle 

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Bug" sodas at Ehnie's and the Peacock! Do these dis- 
pensers of delight still function or am I a really old 
timer? The wise spendthrift used to run a bill at Eh- 
nies so that she would get a "treat" from Mr. Ehnie on 
pay day ! 

Reminiscing is a sure sign of age, so I must tell 
you good bye and go out for the evening game of Vowly 
Boll in the garden. I wish I could show you our estate. 
It is a young paradise really, and the girls are a very 
happy family. I have stopped my letter to you long 
enough to have a glorious swim in the Elbe River this 
afternoon. We have our own wide sandy beach there 
and the woods thru which we must pass echo with our 
shrieks and fun every day. 

Good luck to you, old magazine, for the coming 
year. Believe me when I say that your former sub- 
scriber and contributer thinks of the life you represent 
and present mighty often and I am only regretting now 
that I too am not returning to America with these Cech 
girls to enter College again. I am trying to get home 
for Christmas and praise be I shall go out to my own 
dear West, of which I am sure at least Dr. and Mother 
Harker can remember my praises, and stay there the 
rest of my natural life — until the next jaunt takes me 
away once more. May you have a million subscribers 
and a thick life forever and ever old timer ! Na zdar ! ! ! 
(A typical Chech greeting which is used upon every 
possible occasion.) 

Fjeril Hess, '13. 

P. S. I am so often reminded of the delightful days 
spent in Miss Neville's class of Architecture, that I am 
adding a short and very amateur appreciation of the 
most wonderful sight in Prague, the Cathedral against 
the skyline, which with the rest of the Royal buildings, 
now the President's residence, makes a never-to-be- 

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erased mind picture. In my last letter, I enclosed a few 
lines from the wind swept, sun crisped land of Nevada ; 
the stamps on my letter this time will give you a small 
view of the subject of these lines. 



St. Vitus Cathedral Hdradcany Prague Cz SI 

The giant spires tower to the sky, 

And the lacy, fairy, smaller ones 

Reach too a little way. 

We stand and watch a silent space 

And in imagination trace 

The building of the whole great pile. 

We can't exclaim at every point 
For beauty lessens so, 
But follow, each with kindling eye 
Our towers outlined on the sky. 

And shortly, watching from our hill — 

A little hidden place — 

The bigness of the minds that planned 

And hands that builded well 

Lives now for us in peak and arch 

In flying buttress' spans. 

In stoses made color-deep with age 

And steep time darkened roofs. 

The heaven reaching lift of it 

Lifts us a bit as well. 

Till peace has stolen into us 

And beauty soothes the ache in us, 

Enchanting, restful spires. 

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Alumnae Notes 

On Sept. 20th, the day when I. W. C. received her 
new daughters, one of her older daughters, Mrs. Alice 
McElroy Griffith, of the class of 1852, celebrated her 
nintieth birthday. Mrs. Griffith was one of the found- 
ers of Belles Lettres society. She was the elderly lady 
who greeted us so cordially at the home of her daugh- 
ter, Mrs. Pitner. 

The I. W. C. Alumnae Society of Chicago will hold 
its annual meeting on October 16th. Any alumnae who 
cares to attend is welcome. It may be news to some 
that a Fellowship Luncheon is held by our alumnae the 
last Saturday of every month in the Narcissus Room of 
Marshall Field's. 

In Remembrance. 

Messages from Denver have announced the pass- 
ing of Mrs. Minerva Masters Vincent on September 
24. Minerva Masters was a graduate of Illinois Woman's 
College in the Class of 1855. Always she has shown a 
keen and loyal interest in her Alma Mater and has had 
especial happiness in the advancement made during 
recent years. 

Mrs. Vincent was the wife of Rev. Betherel T. Vin- 
cent with whom she worked not only as a pastoral 
helper but in Chautauqua from its organization thru 
forty consecutive summers as well. She also did a great 
work in the Y. W. C. A. giving the inspiration of her 
charming personality, her rare gifts of wisdom and 
winsome friendliness. 

Mrs. Clarissa Keplinger Rinaker, widow of General 
John I. Rinaker, died at her home in Carlinville on Sun- 
day morning, September fifth, at the age of eighty-six 
years. 

Mrs. Rinaker was a student here in the early years 
of the college and has always been an interested and 
generous benefactor. 

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Music Notes. 

The College of Music will begin this school year 
with two new members in its faculty: Mrs. Forrest, 
teacher of voice, who comes to us from Ward Belmont 
and Miss Mehus, a graduate of the American Conserv- 
atory of Chicago and teacher of children's classes. 

Miss Clara Moore and Estelle Cover studied violin 
during the summer term at the University of Nebraska 
under Stechelberg. 

Miss Louise Miller is director of the choir at the 
Christian Church. 

Miss Miller sang a group of songs before the Fed- 
eration Meeting of women of the twentieth district 
which was held at Winchester, Illinois. 

The students and friends of the Woman's College 
have in store for them a rare joy in the coming artist 
course, the numbers being Margery Maxwell, soprano 
of the Chicago Opera Company; Augusta Cottow, pi- 
anist; Louis Kreidler, baritone from New York, and 
Vera Poppe, English cellist assisted by Lylle Barbour 
pianist and Isadore Berger, violinist. 

Jules Falk accompanied by Willard Wesner of Ill- 
inois College and assisted by Edith Robinson, pianist, 
of the faculty of Illinois Woman's College, gave a reci- 
tal in Music Hall October 8th. An unusually large audi- 
ence was present and the entire program was well re- 
ceived. Mr. Falk played with admirable precision and a 
lovely sense of melody. His interpretation of the vari- 
ous selections was greatly enhanced by the sympathet- 
ic accompaniment of Mr. Wesner. 

Miss Robinson shows steady growth and improve- 
ment together with noteworthy adaptability in execut- 
ing the work of modern composers. 



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Indiana I. W. C. Reunion. 

The Illinois Woman's College girls of Indiana held 
their second annual reunion at Columbus Park, La Fay- 
ette, Indiana, July 24, 1920. 

There were sixty girls and their friends present, 
among them several who were going to enter I. W. C. 
this fall. 

All of the party brought their usual well filled bas- 
kets and after dinner a short business session was held, 
at which Mrs. Ella Blake Imel was re-elected president 
and Mrs. Agnes Bright Smiley was elected secretary- 
treasurer. A short program followed the business ses- 
sion. 

The third reunion will be held at Columbus Park, 
LaFayette, on the fourth Saturday of July, 1921. 



Warning to Upperclassmen. Wear non-skid rubber 
heels when calling on Freshmen in rooms with new 
floors. 



The conversation of I. W. C- room- mates follows a 
lofty and versatile train of thought- As proof of this 
assertion we submit the following list of subjects under 
discussion recently: 

The Length of Curtain Material. 

The Width of Curtain Material. 

The Price of Curtain Material. 

Are Curtain Drapes Practical ? 

The Proper Hanging of a Curtain. 

Curtain Rods. 

The Artistic Superiority of Our Curtains Over 
Those Across the Hall. 



Question: Did Miss von Waldheim view the re- 
mains ? 

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The College Greetings is published monthly by the students 
of Illinois Woman's College. 

Contributions to its pages are solicited from the students of 
all departments, and from the alumnae. They are due the fif- 
teenth of each month. 

Subscriptions, $1.25 a year, payable in advance. Single 
copies 20c. 

Entered at Jacksonville Post Office as second-class matter. 



Contents 




Frontispiece Poem 


26 


Two Good Friends 


27 


College Notes 


28 


Our Advertisers 


30 


Editorial — On Hammers 


31 


Interviews with New Faculty Members 


33 


Senior Picnic 


34 


The Junior Hay-rack Ride 


35 


V. I. A. 


36 


Music Notes 


37 


Our Representatives of South America 


38 


The Bulletin Board Speaks 


38 


Poem 


41 


Alumnae Department 


42 


Letter from Miss Johnston 


42 


Alumnae Notes 


43 


The Hallowe'en Masquerade 


45 


Daguerreotypes 


46 


Willie's Wail— Poem 


47 


Don't You Care 


48 



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0, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth, 

This autumn morning ! How he sets his bones 

To bask i' the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet 

For the ripple, to run over in its mirth; listening the 

while, where on the heap of stones 
The white breast of the sea-lark twitters sweet. 

That is the doctrine, simple, ancient, true ; 
Such is life's trial, as old earth smiles and knows. 
If you loved only what were worth your love 
Love were clear gain, and wholly well for you : 
Make the low nature better by your throes ! 
Give earth yourself, go up for gain above ! / 

— Browning. 




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Two Good Friends. 

Ada Clotfelter, '22. 

A blustery, winter's evening holds no terrors for 
me. Let the windows rattle and the wind roar. I draw 
my easiest chair up close to the blazing hearth, light 
up my old briar, and pick up the two books that lie on 
a nearby table. Yes, both are humorous, and together 
they make a rare evening's entertainment. 

The first volume that I open is "Elia." A sigh of 
satisfaction escapes my lips as I leisurely turn the 
leaves. The titles are all familiar, and I greet them as 
old friends. Tonight I stop over those in a lighter vein. 
Charles Lamb was surely a delightful soul. It is his hu- 
mor that attracts me most of all. It is an elusive thing 
which permeates the whole yet vanishes when too close- 
ly examined. It is rather a genial attitude toward life 
which shines through what Lamb says. There is never 
any attempt to be funny — we hear more the quiet 
chuckle of the philosopher. Another quality of his hu- 
mor is found in its quaintness. The antique flavor of his 
words alone often make his thought amusing. I never 
laugh out loud over the "essays," but I'm sure the corn- 
ers of my mouth quirk in every paragraph. 

As I said. Lamb seldom chooses his subject matter 
purely for amusement's sake. Usually he discusses a 
serious theme, with the glow of his humor playing 
about it, casting some parts in shadow, while illumina- 
ting other parts. Since he writes chiefly to satisfy his 
own desires, there is no intention to be funny, but the 
personality of the man shows through. 

The other book is a collection of essays written by 
Christopher Morley. This man is one of the modem 
American humorists, and in this light, is interestingly 
compared with Lamb. Their choice of themes is rather 

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parallel. Morley takes his subjects from literary as well 
as more general topics, some of his titles being: "The 
Art of Walking", "Rupert Brooke", "17 Heriot Row", 
"The Literary Pawnshop", "Peacock Pie", and "Con- 
fessions of a Smoker". Some of these are simply hu- 
morous, while others are serious with sudden bits of 
laughter lurking in unexpected places. 

But, although the subjects and the general work- 
ing plan of these men are alike, there is difference in 
the quality of the humor. Old-fashioned quaint lang- 
uage is used by Lamb — always in perfect taste — but 
Morley's phrases are frequently in picturesque slang. 
This furnishes a raciness, a piquancy not found in the 
former. Morley exaggerates frankly to emphasize his 
point. He makes clever words to fit the need : taverna- 
cular, bathetic, and Polyananiases. Yet his humor nev- 
er verges on the coarse and unrestrained — he remains 
the gentleman always. Perhaps he is more familiar 
with the reader. He has a habit of taking you into his 
confidence, slyly whispering a secret into your ear, and 
winking at those who do not know. He can even be sat- 
irical, and sometimes is farcial enough to cause a grin 
instead of the smile that Lamb evokes. 

The embers are glowing, yet the fire has died down 
and it is too dark to read. So I lay the books aside, and 
sit with half-closed eyes looking into the coals. Indeed, 
two good friends of mine are Morley and Lamb. 



College Notes 

The records show that there are enrolled at the Col- 
lege this year 246 college students, taking regular col- 
lege courses, as against 217 a year ago, an increase of 
29, or more than 13 per cent. 

The students come from 14 states and from South 
America. The list by states is as follows : 

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Illinois, 185; Indiana, 33; Georgia, 1; Iowa, 8; Kan- 
sas, 2; Kentucky, 1; Massachusetts, 1; Michigan,2; 
Minnesota, 2; Missouri, 5; New York, 1; North Car- 
olina, 1; South Dakota, 1; Wyoming, 1; from Chile, 
South America there are 2 students. 

The college reaches farther this year for its stu- 
dent attendance than it has ever reached before. The 
states represented this year that were not represented 
last year are Georgia, Kansas, Kentucky, Massachu- 
setts, Minnesota, New York, North Carolina, and Wy- 
oming. It will be seen that the college is now known 
practically over the entire country. 

We also greatly appreciate the fact that students 
are coming in greater numbers every year from the 
Jacksonville High School ; eleven of the young women 
from last year's High School graduating class are en- 
rolled in the college this year. 

The number from Indiana has gradually increased 
until this year it numbers 33 ; these students have swel- 
led the Indiana Club. 

Summary of Church Membership and Preference. 

(This list includes only students residing in the 
college dormitory.) 





Membership 


Preference 


Methodist 


131 


9 


Presbyterian 


23 


2 


United Brethern 


2 




Lutheran 


4 




Episcopal 


2 




Christian Science 




1 


Congregational 


9 


1 


Christian 


13 


2 


Baptist 


6 




Universalist 


1 




Catholic 


2 




Evangelical 


1 




Moody Interdenominational 1 




Total 


195 

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/^ ' • HE Directory of our Advertis- 

I I T ®^^ ^^ °^ ^^^ ^^^^ page of this 
^J^ publication. It is our desire 
that all students read this list 
carefully and patronize those business 
firms and business men who advertise 
in The Greetings. We recommend our 
advertisers as reliable and satisfactory, 
and deserving of our patronage. 




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Vol. XXIV. Jacksonville, 111., Nov., 1920. No. 2. 

Editor-in-chief Vera Wardner 

Associate Editor Cora Cherry 
Assistant Editors Margaret Hamilton, Margaret Fowler 

Art Editor Jennie Lacey 

Business Manager Margaret Watson 

Assistant Managers Velma Bain, Helena Betcher 

Faculty Adviser Miss Bertha Jones 



EDITORIAL 

A hammer is an interesting implement used for 
the purpose of hitting or knocking. Last year a little 
poem appeared in this publication about a student, who, 
when she came to college, forgot her tennis racquet and 
her bed-room slippers, but remembered to bring the 
above-mentioned article. It ended up in this fashion; 
"wasn't it queer that with all her knocking she never 
seemed to make a hit ?" Sarcastic, yes — and inevitably 
true. 

There are two types of people: those with ham- 
mers and those without. The first are so engrossed in 
using this possession that they are able to see only the 
blows they give and to hear only the noise which re- 
sults. The others, unsurrounded by dust and noise 
caused by themselves, are free to enjoy and be thank- 
ful for life with its work and play. They are not only 
receptive to much that is precious from those about 
them, but better still, they are interested enough in 
the world to give the best of themselves instead of the 
selfish and meaner part. 

Frankly, which appeals most to you: the person 
who constantly complains of everything, and whose 
mouth looks like quinine, or the one who radiates hap- 
piness and good will and always seems to be having a 
ripping good time even the night before a math, exam- 
ination ? 

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If you do happen to have a hammer, just remem- 
ber that it won't help you to make a hit ; and it's pos- 
sible that it may, instead, smash something very dear 
to you in your colleg-e life. Make Thanksgiving a con- 
tinuous process instead of a celebration of one day, and 

bury the hammer. 

Interviews with New Faculty Members. 
Miss Von Waldheim, Teacher of French. 

Miss Von Waldheim received me most cordially, 
with the result of making me feel quite as if she didn't 
mind my intrusion into her private life and past hist- 
ory at all ; and I couldn't helping thinking how fortu- 
nate a real reporter would consider himself to be made 
so welcome. 

"Well, what do you want me to talk about?" She 
asked, and before I had time to reply, she began in her 
usual peppy way: 

"I was born in New York City, January 4th, 1868, 
to be exact — now you know my age. At the age of two 
years, I took my parents back to Europe, but I remem- 
ber nothing of that voyage. I had a colored nurse, but 
she was sea sick — everybody was — and the captain 
rolled me up in a blanket and kept me on deck. I held 
my tongue until I was three years old and I've been 
making up for it with a vengeance ever since. As a 
child, I bossed the household." 

There was a short pause, then she continued rapid- 
ly. ■ ^^ 

"Now I'll talk sense. My home was in Sweden on 
the shores of the Baltic," and Miss Von Waldheim de- 
scribed to me the beauties of the place with such art- 
istry and enthusiasm that I could almost see it myself. 
Her personality is such that one is carried along into 
her very thoughts and feelings. 

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At the age of nineteen, she took her "life into her 
own hands, chucked aristocracy and began her work as 
teacher in the south of Russia." During the Russian- 
Japanese war, she did heavy war work, going thrice to 
Siberia on a hospital train. She has put herself through 
Cambridge and is a master of several languages : Swed- 
ish, German, Russian, French, which she learned 
through association with the French diplomats who 
came to her father's home, and Enghsh, which she got 
from her mother. She has traveled extensively all over 
Europe. 

"Do you want to know anything else?" asked Miss 
Von Waldheim after she had given me these facts and 
many other equally interesting ones which I failed to 
grasp because of my interest in the woman herself. I 
wanted to know how long she had been in the country. 

"I came last December and the Atlantic was fur- 
ious at my attempting to cross it again." 

She looked quizzically at me while I took down this 
very characteristic remark. Then, "You might say my 
manner of speech is more impulsive than logical and 
that my bark is worse than my bite." — Sue Wade, '21. 



Interview with Miss Castillon, Teacher of French and 

Spanish. 

Let's see the hands of those who don't know Miss 
Castillon. (no response). Well, I'm not a bit surprised. 
Who could see a dear little lady with the face of a Mona 
Lisa or a Madonna (I'm not quite sure which) walking 
about the corridors every day and not try to find out 
who she is. And if you go to her room to talk to her, 
she'll ask you in and make you want to stay forever "in 
the sunshine of her smile." If you get into conversa- 
tion upon woman's sphere, she'll tell you that she's a 
"simple femme" who would rather spend her time in 
doing fancy work than in running for office. 

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But can't she teach French, though? And the nice 
part of it is, that she'll explain herself, if you don't 
understand all you know about it. She was bom in the 
country of Basque on the Spanish frontier, at the foot 
of the Pyrenees — sounds like the seventh daughter of 
the seventh daughter, bom on the banks of the Nile, 
doesn't it? Her father was French and her mother 
Spanish, so you see she understands all SHE knows 
about it. 

In December, she will have been in this country a 
year. Aren't we lucky to have her with us? M. Davi- 
son '21. 



Miss Abbott, the instructor of Freshman English, 
comes to us from two very successful years at Kalama- 
zoo College. Miss Abbott is a graduate of Ottawa Uni- 
versity and has also spent time at several other well 
known schools in the East. 

Miss Sanders, a new member of the faculty in the 
department of chemistry, is a graduate of Lewis In- 
stitute, Chicago. She has been dietitian in Child Wel- 
fare Work in Chicago, and last year was instructor at 
Mount Morris College. 

Interviews with other new faculty members will 
be printed in the next issue. 



Senior Picnic 

The Seniors welcomed the first rainy evening this 
fall by enjoying a picnic at the home of Marian Carter's 
aunt. Altho we felt a few sprinkes on the way, as 
soon as we got to Carter's lovely home we forgot all 
our troubles and care and didn't know whether it was 
raining or the moon was shining. While some of us 
played the piano or enjoyed the new victrola, 

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others sat on the spacious porch and sang or 
talked. It wasn't long until a pleasant and quite appe- 
tizing odor reached us and soon we were all on the porch 
with a large hamburger, sandwiched with onion and 
pickle, in one hand and a cup of coffee or milk in the 
other. Before we had finished we had butterscotch 
cinnamon rolls and bananas. 

By the time we started back the rain had ceased 
and Cora brought us safely home. When we tried to 
get to work in the library, just the atmosphere seemed 
to cause a disturbance. Everywhere we were that 
night someone spoke of "onions", so we all patronized 
the Y. W. by buying chewing gum or lime drops and 
went to bed sleepy but happy. — M. K. '21. 



The Junior Hay-rack Ride. 

Hazel Dell '22. 
"Runible wheels, ;rumble wTieels, 
Rumble all the way, 
Oh what fun it is to ride, 
On a great big load of hay." 
On October 16, the Juniors laid aside their dignity 
and distributed themselves over Mr. Buckthorpe's big 
hay-rack, and drove to his farm, south-east of town. 

"Uncle Tom" has made provision for countless 
numbers of picnic fires by providing a huge log which 
can be partially burned at any time. It made a glorious 
blaze and with other logs all around it for seats we en- 
joyed it to its fullest extent. It even made enough 
light to play games by. Music was furnished by Mar- 
ian's "uke" and our own songs. 

We were all quite ready for the "eats" — did you 
ever see a Junior who wasn't? (Some Juniors were 
so ready they tried to confiscate the doughnuts.) 

We had a jolly time out of the affair and are ready 
to go again. Come on, everybody, let's give nine rahs 
for Uncle Tom and his hayrack. 

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V. I. A. 

By the Campus Scouts 

It is rumored that a mysterious organization has 
appeared on the campus, and that the letters V. I. A. 
stand for its name. Who are its members ? As yet the 
Greetings is also wondering. The reporter who made 
the discovery that there was such an organization re- 
lates that the charter members did not know why they 
were chosen, so great was the mystery. This much 
was gleaned from the reporter's room-mate who talks 
in her sleep and who even answers questions when put 
to her in a tone of voice known only to certain people. 
Having this first bit of information, the reporter con- 
tinued her search for a story. 

"May I also become a member of this mysterious 
group ?" 

The room-mate replied in a whisper, "It is pos- 
sible." 

"How then can I gain entrance ?" 

"You will have to become a campus scout." 

"How can I if even you did not know how you be- 
came one?" 

At this point the room-mate awoke and was in- 
formed of the secrets she had told. The room-mate 
was very much surprised to find that she had told so 
much, but was very careful not to tell any more than 
necessary. According to the reporter, the results of 
that night's questioning brought the following informa- 
tion: 

The V. I. A. exists wholly for the good of the school 
and the members believe they can work most effec- 
tively by cooperating with the Greetings. If you want 
to be a campus scout, you have a chance to try for mem- 
bership by writing up in your cleverest style, an arti- 
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can be improved, and drop it in the Greetings box. The 
scouts will publish the best articles in the Greetings 
and you may become a real scout and find out the mean- 
ing of V. I. A. 



Music Notes 

Mr. Henry Ward Pearson, Director of the College 
of Music, gave his annual organ recital in music hall on 
the evening of October 25th. The program was varied 
and beautifully played. It is to be regretted that these 
annual events in the department cannot be at least 
semi-annual. 

The first number of the Artist's Course for the 
present season was given by Miss Margery Maxwell 
of the Chicago Grand Opera Company. The crowded 
house gave most enthusiastic recognition to this charm- 
ing artist. She had the able support of Miss Katherine 
Foster at the piano. 



Mrs. Marguerite Palmiter Forrest, soprano of the 
faculty, has been engaged as director of Trinity Episco- 
pal Church choir. 

Mr. Frank Collins Jr., an organ pupil of Director 
Pearson, has been engaged as organist of the Westmin- 
ster Church. 

The orchestra and the Madrigal and Glee Clubs are 
organized and have begun their work for the coming 
year. 



Kirby — We're few, but mighty. 

G. 0. P. — Yes, mighty awful. 

Kirby — Yes, mighty awful good. 

G. 0. P. — Yes, mighty awful good for nothing! 

Kirby — Help ! 

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Our Representatives of South America 

Nellie Hull 

In recent years the Woman's College has assisted 
in the education of students from foreign countries as 
the contributions of the college to patriotism and inter- 
national good-will. 

This year two charming young women have come 
from South America to continue their education with 
us. 

Senorita Maria Perlaza is a young lady of literarj'- 
gifts. She has taught Spanish literature in the Santi- 
ago Woman's College and is continuing her contribu- 
tions to several magazines in Chile and Colombia while 
she is studying English and becoming familiar with 
our Northern habits of thought and life. 

Senorita Sarita Jones is a graduate of the Santi- 
ago Girl's School. Miss Jones was chosen by Bishop 
Oldham as a representative South American, and after 
completing the full college course here, she expects to 
return to Santiago to help in the mission. 



The Bulletin Board Speaks. 

The Freshman who published her diary in last 
month's Greetings had her hand banged up in hockey 
and can't write, so the task of recording the events of 
the last few weeks falls on me. They should have asked 
me to do this before, because who in the school can 
know as much as the Bulletin Board of Harker Bridge ? 
Not only do I read all the notices that are stuck into 
me, but I hear all the gossip of those who congregate 
to read them. I even know that Doris Hamilton lost her 
comb, and wish she would find it and take down the 
sign, as I am terribly over-loaded, sometimes holding 
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sit in the dining room, and — but I must resort to official 
Calendar style :- 

October 5th — The Indiana Club elected Margaret 
Woody secretary-treasurer, and Margaret Ostrum for 
reporter to their Indiana papers. The Glee Club 
held its annual torture, known as a "try-out." 

Oct. 6th — The Egyptian Club was organized. Grace 
Collier is president and Rachel Davis, secretary-treas. 
The name is misleading ; the members are not disciples 
of Cleopatra but merely residents of Southern Illinois, 
i. e., Egypt. They are twenty in number. 

Oct. 7th — James Whitcomb Riley's birthday. The 
girls of the Hoosier state observed it by musical table 
parties. I could hear them way up here on the bridge. 

Oct. 8th — Jules Falk, a violinist of note, and Miss 
Edith M. Robinson of our faculty gave a recital. 

Oct. 9th — Cora Cherry took Miss Castillon and her 
French class to see a shock of corn. 

At dinner the upperclassmen arrived in snake 
dance formation and asked, "What is the matter with 
us ?" Just too much Matanzas ! 

Oct. 10th — Constance Hasenstab talked on "Friend- 
ship" at the Y. W. C. A. meeting. In the evening the 
new girls passed by me on their way to call on the "old" 
girls in Harker Hall. 

Oct. 11th— Miss Miller entertained the Glee Club 
ax a xea. 

About 9:30 P. M. the Phi Nu girls crossed my 
bridge discussing the delicious bacon and egg sand- 
wiches they had at the Chapin picnic. 

Oct. 12th — The Juniors were very jubilant, for 
Miss Austin announced in chapel that "there are three 
Juniors who will eventually be Seniors." She extended 
no hope to the Sophs. 

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Oct. 13th — The Lambdas had a sausage fry at 
Nichols Park. Another group who went to Concord 
Lake for a picnic tell harrowing tales of stepping on 
cows in the dark. 

Oct. 14th — There was a table for Illiwoco sub- 
scriptions on my bridge all day, and reports of a clever 
stunt in chapel. 

Oct. 15th — Evening prayers are more popular 
since the new curtains for the social room arrived. 

Oct. 16th — A hay rack took the Juniors out to 
"Uncle Tom" Buckthorpe's on the Morton Road. 

Oct. 17th — From the white roses that the new 
girls are wearing, I judge that our Y. W. C. A. is richer 
by many new members. 

Oct. 18th — Today I was the cause of more activity 
than at any other time this year, for I held the papers 
for the Party Campaigns. Someone (I won't tell who) 
forged Avis Crowder's signature on the Harding list. 
I was terribly indignant, but powerless to resist. 

The Belles Lettres had a jolly picnic at the home 
of Mrs. Truman Carter. 

Oct. 19th — The English Histories finally arrived. 
Very appropriately they had Freshmen tears for des- 
sert at dinner. 

Oct. 20th — Mr. Phillips of the Intercollegiate Pro- 
hibition Association created further political excite- 
ment when he talked in the evening. He left some more 
literature to be posted on me. I'll need an assistant be- 
fore election is over. The Dramatic club held its first 
meeting. 

Oct. 21 — At the student meeting in the morning 
Esther Harper started an Anti-Gloom crusade. Lucille 
Kirby told how to send one's vote back to the home 
town, which involved a startling exposure of ages. 
Class meetings followed. 

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We had a big dose of politics at night. The Hard- 
ing Club gave a stunt that even the most loyal Coxites 
had to admit was "catching." The latter retaliated by 
a noisy snake dance thru the coridors. 
Oct. 22 — Lunch-time peace was interrupted by the 
blare of a brass band. Illinois College of course, adver- 
tising the foot-ball game. We hope they have them 
often! ^y^ 

The Dietetics Class experimented on Gladys 
Laughlin, Margaret Merker and Hildreth Ashwood by 
serving them a dinner. They say they were satisfied 
but no brighter than usual next day. 

Seniors had a picnic at the home of Mrs. Truman 
Carter. 

That's all this time, girls. After this be care- 
ful what you say in the neighborhood of your friend 
and servant. 

— The Bulletin Board of Harker Hall. 



A little grasshopper 
A 'singin' his song 
Was happy 'til Marian 
DePew came along. 
She puts bugs in bottles 
For Zoology 
So into her pocket-book 
Head first went he. 
But Marian forgot him. 
She went to a shop, 
She opened her pocket-book,- 
Out he did pop! 
Right over the counter 
And over the floor, 
But Marian followed 
And nabbed him once more. 
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Alumnae Department. 

Following are extracts from a letter from our own 
Miss Mary Johnston, an alumna of I. W. C. and a fac- 
ulty member on leave of absence for a year. Miss John- 
ston is studying at Columbia at present: 

"I will merely remark that I have five courses, each 
with a different man. I will then repeat the statement 
scouted by underclassmen, that it is much easier and 
pleasanter to study than to teach. Also, to be registered 
than to register! And to hand in one's schedule than 
to be the person wearily rearranging his classes to 
suit conflicting needs and interests. 

This is my first year out of a dormitory in — let's 
forget how many years. Also my first experience in a 
flat, which I should call an apartment, for there is an 
elevator. But I do not intend to live in an apartment 
when I retire. It is too much like living in a Pullman 
car, without the changing scenery. 

Some of us who get our meals at the University 
Commons are wondering whether we will know how to 
behave when we find ourselves again seated at regular 
dining tables, with white cloths upon them and silver 
all set out, when some of those present engage in con- 
versation and when there are saucers instead of splash- 
es under the coffee cups. 

One excellent institution is the Graduate Woman's 
Club, which provides tea every afternoon for its mem- 
bers. One appreciates that especially on a foggy, chilly 
day. Friday night they indulged in a party, and this 
Wednesday afternoon there is to be a reading. 

Of course the city furnishes continual mild amuse- 
ment to a country person. The long hill out here on 
Amsterdam Avenue is a picture at night with its rising 
rows of lights, and a very different picture Monday 

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morning with the clothes-lines flapping gaily on one 
roof above another. The roof also is a very good place 
to dry one's hair, but it is well to remember to take 
one's door key along! The two nearest parks furnish 
more variety in babies and dogs than in scenery. The 
more interesting ones are farther away and have to be 
saved for one's freer days. This week I want to take 
the trip around the Island, if weather permits on a con- 
venient day. 

I have seen something of the country round about 
in some long motor trips, Sunday going up into West- 
chester and on into Connecticut to see the color in the 
hills. Of the city winter amusements so far I have gone 
to two concerts and three plays. 

There are three former I. W. C. girls in the gradu- 
ate school — Constance and Romaine Loar and Winifred 
Keplinger. The Loars settled in Fumald and Winifred 
in Whittier. There are probably others somewhere in 
New York, but we haven't happened to meet." — 

Mary Johnston. 



Alumnae Notes 

Mrs. Dorothy Westphal Bigelow of Joliet, 111. an- 
nounces the birth of Janice Caroline Bigelow Sept. 23, 
1920. 

Ruth Gillespie and Pauline Farmer are attending 
the University of Illinois. We regret to give them up as 
I. W. C. girls but are glad they like their work at the 
University. 

Mrs. Georgia Humberd Camp announces the birth 
of Jean Gertrude Camp, August 12, 1920. 

The engagement is announced of Miss Lois Car- 
penter, '19, to Walter E. Mansfield of Grandin, North 
Dakota. 

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Miss Beulah McMurphy was married to Mr. James 
Capps on Oct. 3. Laila Skinner played the wedding 
march. 

Leatha Bunting '20 and Myra Kirkpatrick '19 spent 
the week end here recently. 

An announcement has been received of the mar- 
riage of Miss Bernice Bowen to Mr. Gordon Youngman 
Leonard, October 14. They will be at home to friends 
after November 18 at Laurel, Nebraska. 

Louise Gates who has been Industrial Secretary of 
the Y. W. C. A. in Allentown, Pennsylvania, was made 
General Secretary in that city this fall. 

The announcement of the marriage of Miss Beryl 
Ruth Vickery to Mr. Laurie Badgley on Sept. 29th, has 
been received. Mr. and Mrs. Badgley will be at home 
after October 15th at Seattle, Washington. 

Miss Esther Throckmorton was married to Mr. 
Arthur Peterson, September 26th. They are at home at 
Iowa City, Iowa. 

Mr. and Mrs. William Huckeby announce the mar- 
riage of their daughter Tessa Inez to Mr. Ralph Fraz- 
er Anderson on October 18th, at Jacksonville, Illinois. 
Mr. and Mrs. Frazer are at home at Sikeston, Missouri. 

Miss Letta Irwin of Tuscola, Illinois, was married 
to Horace Shonle on October 30th. Dr. Harker per- 
formed the ceremony. Miss Irene Irwin, sister of the 
bride, was Maid of Honor, and Miss Lois Coultas of 
Winchester was one of the bridesmaids. 



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The Halloween Masquerade. 

Jennie Lacy, '22. 

Come to the gym. 

Come to the gym. 

Now! Now! Now! 

On the evening of October thirtieth voices were 
heard in the corridors yelling these lines. Then every- 
one remembered the Hallowe'en Masquerade Ball to be 
given in the gym. Soon mysterious figures were seen 
slyly making their way toward the place of meeting. 
When they arrived each one walked around trying to 
discover the identity of the others and to conceal her 
own. 

The evening's fun was prefaced by a clever stunt 
by the Cox club. Then strains of jazz music came 
from the stage and the grand march was started, led 
by Pierrette and Pierrot, otherwise Vera Wardner and 
Helena Betcher. They were followed by a very cos- 
mopolitan crowd of Spanish senoritas, gypsies, gold 
dust twins, ballet girls, Indians, fairies, Chinese and 
Japanese girls, Yamma Yamma girls, negro mammies, 
cowpunchers, rookies and even a hobby horse. After 
the first dance it was very interesting to see a fat little 
rooky dancing with a tall negro mammy or a gold dust 
twin with a little pink ballet girl. 

The dancing was stopped only long enough to take 
several flash light pictures of groups of the masque- 
raders. 

Several booths were provided around the room, 
where the tired or hungry dancers were able to buy ice 
cream, apples or candy. 

At eleven o'clock the dancing stopped. The crowd 
went home rather rumpled and torn but declaring 
they had had one of the best times of the season. 

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Daguerreotypes. 

Helen Paschall '22. 

Among the treasures which our grandmothers 
tenderly hoard is always a collection of daguerreotypes. 
The small flat boxes with their hooks and hinges, and 
decorations of raised patterns of leaves, and dancing 
children and conventional designs grapple most strong- 
ly our interest. Opened, the attractive boxes reveal a 
solemn eyed or peaceful person, reposing sumpt- 
uously in a gilt frame, and the lid is lined with 
satin; — faded nov/, but the edges show that it was 
once a rich purple, or perhaps a scarlet or yellow. 

It is a glimpse of another world. We gaze with cur- 
iosity into these solemn eyes. We would like to ask 
some questions about those "good old times." Why do 
the little boys all look so melancholy and alarmed? 
Was it the booths that pinched their toes, or was it 
the discipline of some stern parent who used the rod 
according to the good old proverb? The men look very 
severe and set in their ways. Here is Uncle Matthew 
with a high choking collar and immense black tie and 
across his waist coat an imposing watch chain with a 
dangle indicated by a fleck of gilt. One arm is flung care- 
fully across a heavy scrolled chair; the other hand 
clasps the handle of an umbrella. Why the umbrella? 
We can but wonder. He wears a heavy beard, so we 
cannot tell about the mouth and chin, but the eyes de- 
note firmness of spirit. He would think this day and 
age ridiculous. 

Then we find Uncle M's good wife, Aunt Jane, 
with skirt interminable in width, and so much laced 
and puffed, and tucked that the woman can scarcely 
be seen for her ornaments. And yet the hair is parted 
and combed smoothly back from a face which spells 
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guess that her jelly always jelled, and no dust ever 
collected in the household in which she reigned, and 
that she dosed her children with sulphur and molasses 
every spring. 

As we stare on into the various faces, there seems 
to be an answering look of questioning and curiosity. 
How can we answer their questions about this Twen- 
tieth Century World with all its intricacy of electric 
lights and automobiles, women's rights and moving- 
pictures? What a world of complexity it would be to 
these people, who lived not so long ago, after all. 

We won't bother about answering their questions. 
We will just hook them up in their little houses, and 
put them away again. But there is a good deal for our 
meditation in these old daguerreotypes. 



Willie's Waa 

This Infirmary's no place for me ! 

I'm as tired as I can be 

Of lying here with a bag of ice. 

There may be folks that think it nice, — 

But as for me, I'll take mine straight. 

Hereafter, I'm not tamperin' with fate! 

One foot ain't got no feelin' at all 
Except it wants to play basket-ball. 
Don't even feel it when you rub. 
Unless you mention a hockey club. 
Guess I'm learning pretty late — ^but 
Hereafter I'm not tamperin' with fate ! 

When I get rich some future day 

I'll sign a big check right away 

For anything Miss Miner'U choose 

To keep the victims from having the blues. 

But — until that future date 

Hereafter I'm not tamperin' with fate ! 

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Don't You Care. 

There, little girl with the tear-wet cheek, 

You have searched your mail box through; 
There are letters galore, in its generous store, 

But never the one you seek; 
The one — you know — that you wanted so, 

When you came up from lunch at one. 
Some girls found one — some two — Some three — 

And others — like you — found none! 

There, little girl with the sob in your voice, 

And the tears all ready to fall, 
Don't you slip — keep a stiff upper lip — 

While the other girls rejoice. 
O'er the gold and blue, and the silver too. 

And the Phi Mu badge with its pearls 
Or the wine and blue, the sacred pledge 

And sign of the Pi Phi girls. 

There, little girl with aching heart, 

And the disappointment keen, 
Let the old world say whatever it may. 

Remember — you did your part. 
You were just as true as the chosen few, 

But you'll never know the reason why 
Some girls went off with their new found friends. 

And others were left to cry! 

Oh, little brave girl with spirit strong, 

Take courage and face the world, 
Go on and smile — in a little while 

You'll conquer — it won't be long. 
Don't you fear if the others sneer, 

Remember, whatever you do, 
'Twas only luck — you might have been they. 

And they, dear, might have been you. 

Exchange — Knox Prattlesnake. 



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The College Greetings is published monthly by the students 
of Illinois Woman's College. 

Contributions to its pages are solicited from the students of 
all departments, and from the alumnae. They are due the fif- 
teenth of each month. 

Subscriptions, $1.25 a year, payable in advance. Single 
copies 20c. 

Entered at Jacksonville Post Office as second-class matter. 



Contents 

Ring, Ring, Ye Bells ! 50 

A Mince-Pie Nightmare 51 

Dedicated to Miss McCammon 53 

Editorial — The Pilgrim Tercentenary 55 

Interviews with New Faculty Members 56 

The Chosen Book and a Leisure Hour 59 

Calendar 61 

V. I. A. 63 

Y. W. Prayer Week 64 

Music Notes 66 

Coming Events 66 

Alumnae Department 67 

Letter from Grace Hasenstab, '19 67 



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Send fortb Ibr crimes again: 

proclaim lo all tl)e worl6 

^^e "Xord's goo6 will toward men. 

Sing, Sing, ^e cl)Olr! 
Tlet caroU l^e Savior praise: 
'ZA.nd floating fort^ Into t^e nlgl)t 
X^lng on tl)elr ^eavenl^ wa^s. 

Sblne, ye brilliant stars! 
^^Is clear col6 winter's nlg^t: 
Remind us of tl)at star 
^^e wlsemen followed, bright, 

T^augbt ^e b<»PPr babes, 

ZXs gifts before y^ ^<^T' 

Tf^or Hid, wl)0 loved little children 

Xi^as born upon t^ls day. 

TCula Smltb. '24. 



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A Mince-Pie Nightmare. 

Thelma M. Bennett '24. 

It was Christmas Day, and around the festal board 
sat the faculty of I. W. C. Everything on that table 
spelled Christmas — a day of feasting. There was the 
goose, in all her glory, browned potatoes, mashed pota- 
toes, sweet potatoes, — in fact, all the members of the 
potato family were present. There sat majestic plum 
pudding and fat mince-pie. Surely everything was there 
that an epicurean could desire. 

President Harker said grace, then settled down to 
the serious business of carving the large magnificent 
goose. Taking up his knife he prepared to plunge it in- 
to the bird, but at the first prick of the sharp end of the 
weapon that noble creature arose and ran to the center 
of the table as fast as it could, considering the weight 
of the dresing which it carried in its portly person. 

"Stop!" cried Dr. Harker, rising to his feet and 
brandishing the huge carving knife, "Stop, I saj' ! Come 
back here and be carved like a respectable bird." 

"Indeed!" retorted the goose, "and why should I 
come back and be carved ? I have my liberty and I in- 
tend to keep it. Oh, I shall be one Christmas goose 
who will refuse to be trodden on — I mean cut, by you, 
sir ! My descendants shall look back and call me blessed. 
Down with Christmas feasts ! Long live the geese !" 

"Hear! Hear!" cried the potatoes, "We are with 
you, noble, most honored goose ! We shall remember 
our Irish starch and come to your assistance." 

"What is this — mutiny?" exclaimed the good Doc- 
tor, enraged. "I am coming after you, dear Madam 
Goose, and I shall carve you in spite of all your protes- 
tations. See," he continued in a gentler tone, "my 

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guests are getting impatient. I'm afraid they'll all leave 
and go to the Pacific if we don't hurry. Come, be sen- 
sible!" 

"Ha, ha, ha," laughed the goose,"Sensible ! And am 
I not the most sensible of geese to protect myself ? Oh, 
ye other slaves of this groaning board, how many of 
you will protect me and fight for your rights ?" 

"I," cried the gravy, "I ! I realize I am quite thick, 
but still I will fight with all my constituency." 

"Oh," groaned Miss Neville, "constituency! Think 
of any educated gravy using that word. Wait, I must 
get him a dictionary," — and she ran to find one. 

"I would help you, goose," simpered the sweet 
potatoes, "but I am too gentle, too modest, to indulge 
in vulgar rows." 

"Kind Madam Goose, I am here," said Celery bow- 
ing low. "Accept me, I pray, for your defense. I know I 
am brittle, but still I have snap judgment." 

"Music has been said to quell the savage breast," 
asserted Miss Miller. "I will sing to this food and per- 
haps it will hsten to me." She began "Oh, Promise Me." 

Preserves, that sly rogue, started to trickle over 
towards her; but fat, wobbly Jelly, his wife, caught 
him and sent him back to his dish. "We are with you 
Madam Goose," she said in an indignant voice. "I will 
teach that siren to let my husband alone." 

"Let's arbitrate," suggested Olive. "Plum pudding, 
you can judge our differences. What do you say folks?" 

"This will not do," cried Miss Anderson, "This is 
not being conducted according to the binomial theorem. 
We must stop and start all over again." 

Miss von Waldheim started up and shouted, "J'ai, 
ila, elle a, nous avons, vous avez," but she was inter- 
rupted by Miss Alexander who insisted, "All they need 

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is a little chlorophyll. Here, take this," and producing 
a small green bottle she proceeded to sprinkle the con- 
tents on the company. 

"Cease all this nonsense/'said Miss Austin, "Come, 
Dr. Harker, we will capture the goose." 

But the goose thumped her drumsticks with rage 
and called, "To arms ! To arms, all ye defenders of the 
faith!" 

The pickles started to weep briny tears ; the olives 
threw themselves at everyone ; Gravy was courageous ; 
Celery snapped with fury; Goose, fierce bird, grasped 
the carving knife and started after Miss Austin, crying, 
"Come here and be carved!" 

"0 my soul and body !" gasped Miss Thompson. 

Miss Austin seized the bell and rang it violently. 

"Stop ! Stop !" I cried, "This is too much." 

Just then I opened my eyes. My roommate was 
shaking me. "Didn't you hear the cowbell ?" she asked. 
"Get up, else we won't have any breakfast." 

"Too much mince pie", I murmured to my amazed 
roommate and rolled over and went to sleep. 



Dedicated to Miss McCammon 

Nine o'clock and there I sat. Bare steps get hard 
after being used as a sofa for a quarter of an hour. It 
all came about in the following way. 

Herve Riel must be mastered. He had already 
taken entirely too much time for the saving of the 
squadron. One more day of delay might prove disa^st- 
rous. Therefore Herve Riel and I went to the Expres- 
sion Hall to thrash the matter out. Time has a way of 
slipping by quickly when weighty matters are being 
dealt with. At nine o'clock, the ships being safely an- 
chored, I turned out the studio lights and closed the 

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door after me. I was in complete, impenetrable dark- 
ness. The outside door was locked, of course, so clutch- 
ing my book I began that never-to-be forgotten ascent. 
My steps echoed throughout the music hall. How wel- 
come would have been the strains of the pipe organ 
or piano. The stillness proved even worse than the 
darkness. I reached the first landing. No lights. One 
more flight, and surely, I thought, I would hear some- 
one talking. The second floor was even darker and 
more quiet than the first. I shall never forget how I 
mounted the remaining flights of stairs on all fours, 
feeling each step before me. Oh ! I drew a sigh of re- 
lief — I had reached the top. Now for the door and the 
light without. A terrible crash and I realized that I 
was draped artistically across the monitor's table. 
Limping over to the door I found it — locked. If I had 
been frightened before I was terrified now. I listened. 
The beating of my heart was quite audible, and the 
cold outside brought uncanny creaks from the walls of 
the building. I used my fists — then rested. I used my 
heels — then sat on the table and recuperated. Imagin- 
ary hands were reaching from all sides for me. I at- 
tacked the door once more, and soon heard footsteps 
approaching. Blessed sound! A human voice fell 
on my ear. "Hello, are you really locked in ?" I assur- 
ed the speaker that this was the case, and she told me 
where to find the telephone. I ran into it, quite by ac- 
cident, and asked the girl in the office to send up the 
keys and let me out. what a difference a key can 
make to a person's happiness ! 



'On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day 
On Christmas Day in the morning." 

— Noyes. J 

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The Pilgrim Tercentenary 

President Wilson has issued a proclamation re- 
questing the observance by the schools, colleges, and 
universities, of the three hundreth anniversity of the 
landing of the Pilgrims, by means of pageants, plays, 
and ceremonials. December twenty-first has been des- 
ignated as the day for especial celebration. Certainly 
this appreciation of the dauntless courage and undying 
faith of our forefathers is but just, for our debt of 
gratitude to them is inestimable. 

That little band of fearless seekers for religious 
freedom, who for conscience's sake, sacrificed their 
physical comfort and trusted themselves to the mercies 
of a strange and inhospitable country were heros and 
heroines of the truest kind ; they embarked upon their 
quest, this "physical and spiritual adventure," not 
blindly, but with full knowledge of the dangers which 
confronted them. The spirit with which they set out 
to meet their difficulties is embodied in these lines 

from Governor William Bradford's History " All 

great and honorable actions are accomplished with 
great difficulties, and must be both enterprised and 

overcome with answerable courages Sundrie of 

ye things feared might never befale, others 

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might in great measure be prevent, and all of them, 
through ye help of God, by fortitude and patience, 
might either be borne or overcome." This spirit, to- 
gether with their loyalty to their ideals and their last- 
ing faith in God, sustained them through their many 
hours of trial, and enabled them triumphantly to es- 
tablish here "the principles of civil and religious liber- 
ty, and the practice of genuine democracy" — and is as 
valuable and necessary in American life today as it was 
three hundred years ago. 

"More light shall break from out thy Word 
For Pilgrim followers of the gleam 

Till led by thy free spirit. Lord, 

We see and share the Pilgrim dream! 

The ancient stars, the ancient faith. 
Defend us till our voyage is done — 

Across the floods of fear and death 

The Mayflower still is sailing on !" 

Interviews with New Faculty Members 
"The Webers" 

Margaret Fowler '23 
Some teachers are born, some are made. Our Mrs. 
Weber is of the first class, for the school-room plat- 
form, she says, has been her goal since her fourth year. 
She began to prepare for the teaching of Education and 
Philosophy a few years later, for her favorite books as 
a little girl were tiny volumes of famous moral maxims. 
Years of study at the University of Chicago, the Ar- 
mour Institute of Technology and Cornell University 
prefaced those of teaching at Southwestern College, 
Kansas, Aurora College, and the Muncie National In- 
stitute in Indiana. 

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As the mother of three girls and a boy her pre- 
paration for teaching is still going on, for she quotes 
a recent Carnegie report in which seven experts state 
that mothers make the best teachers, and she is sure 
that teachers make the best mothers. "The hours in my 
class-room," she says, "are my play time and my medi- 
cine." 

"Ask a Methodist minister's wife where she has 
lived!" she exclaimed when the interviewer put this 
question, but Mr. Weber will calmly trace his travels 
hither and thither on the map at a confusing rate. He 
defines himself as a "Pennsylvania DutcTiman and can't 
help it." Kansas, Wisconsin, California at the earth- 
quake time and Indiana have known him, and he was 
"seasoned in Oregon." He did lyceum work during the 
summer of his high school course, preached his way 
thru college (it was at Southwestern College, in Kan- 
sas, that he met as his teacher Pearl Hunter, later Mrs. 
Weber,) has been in the pastorate for eighteen years, 
spent three as an evangelist, and has been over-seas 
one year with the Y. M. C. A. As a "Y" secretary he 
was at one time in charge of a Hot Chocolate Dug-out, 
at another in charge of a hut, and was also stationed at 
Coblenz, Germany. Almost a part of the man are the 
trunkful of pictures of various over seas places, many 
of the beautiful Rhine country, which open up a new 
world as he displays and discusses them. He will even 
make the German doll which he brought back to his 
little girl say "mama." 

Mrs. Weber and her "attachment" (as she says 
Miss Lobdell designated our dignified Mr. Weber) bring 
to us the results of a rich experience and training. It 
is a shame to limit our contact with them to the class- 
room ; let's get acquainted ! 

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Miss Ethel Black 

Marian Humphreys '23 

Miss Black, instructor in Latin, being forewarned 
concerning her appearance in the Greetings had her 
history tabulated and quite ready for delivery. She is 
a graduate of Randolph-Macon, the largest woman's 
college in the south, where she was made instructor in 
Latin immediately after graduation. Columbia Univer- 
sity has furnished another M. A. to this college by way 
of Miss Black. The last four years she taught at the 
Virginia State Normal School in Fredericksburg. At 
this point the statistics ceased so I dropped the role of 
prying reporter. 

We have been a surprise to Miss Black. She ex- 
pected us to be more progressive, more hurried than we 
are. She finds Jacksonville very much like a town way 
down South — of rich historical interest and pleasantly 
self satisfied. However, girls, we have really made a 
notable impression. Miss Black considers us such good 
girls, the best she ever saw; — so quiet, our conduct at 
chapel being especially commendable. Let's keep up 
the good work for as long as she lives out in town she 
won't be harassed with our door banging and there is 
therefore a straw of hope for her continued high esti- 
mation. Miss Black is leaving next winter for New 
York to study conversational French ; for besides keep- 
ing the dying embers of Latin enthusiasm alive (she 
said dying, truly) she is interested in the eagerness of 
the American youth to study modern languages. 
Miss Lambert 
Cora Cherry '21 

The reporter found Miss Lambert, our new gym- 
nasium teacher, busily engaged in making Christmas 
presents ; and in spite of her protests that she "abso- 
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that she is a graduate of Sargent School at Cambridge, 
Mass. and has spent time in camp work in connection 
with that school and also as a play ground director at 
Auburndale, Massachusetts. She taught last year at 
Shorter College, Georgia, and comes to us from there. 



The Chosen Book and a Leisure Hour. 

Helen Jackson, '24. 

We sat in the comfortable den that bright winter's 
afternoon, amid the luxurious array of pillows, the 
young university student and I. It was very pleasant 
to recall our high school days after the first few months 
had passed in our separate institutions, giving us a new 
prospective of the former days and a new series of ex- 
periences. 

"You know, my dear," smiled Ruth, as she subsid- 
ed into a passive attitude, portraying thus her moment- 
arily reflective mood, and continued her account of the 
rather startling change recently effected in a mutual 
friend, "When so and so was horrid I Vv^as tempted at 
first to be horrid, too. Then I remembered the books 
that Aunt Carlotta read us in our grammar school days, 
all about Robert Louis Stevenson and his helpful 
friendship with the South Sea Islanders. Do you re- 
member how the people grieved because his death had 
left a place that no one else could fill?" 

"Yes," I nodded reminiscently, seeing once again 
the stately figure of her white haired aunt who had 
taught us long ago to appreciate the riches of her lib- 
rary, with its rows of books that seemed, when she 
lovingly selected them and read them aloud, to be 
written solely for author worshippers of our especial 
age. "They built him a monument of some kind, didn't 
they?" 

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"A road," she corrected gently, and continued, 
"they called it you know, the Road of the Loving Heart, 
because from it they had removed, in remembrance of 
their friend's life policy with them, every stone that 
might have pierced the feet of tired pilgrims at the 
close of their journey for the day." 

"And," she repeated, donning her usual air of 
sprightliness, "when so and so was horrid, I was most 
surely tempted to be horrid, too. But — I wasn't, for 
just then I remembered that I had resolved to build the 
Road of the Loving Heart in the life of every person I 
met." 

Oh, the kindly authors must surely know and reap 
their reward! For during the days of popularity, of 
adjustment, of disappointment, and of great and last- 
ing changes, had come the influence of a book read 
years before, brightening, cheering many lives. May 
we meet these friends of ours, arrayed on their silent 
shelves, very frequently throughout these days of 
growth and development. 

Let us place them among our choicest possessions, 
to be appreciated because of their varied beauties, and 
powers, and of their unmitigiated ideals. Let us rank 
them among the most potent of influences and among 
the most inspirational of friends. With the true lover 
of life in its fullness may we not meditate and say 
with him who left us his thought in the lines : 

"Four gifts there seem to me 
The best that heaven can send, 
The chosen book and the leisure hour 
The hearth-fire and a friend." 



"For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a King." 

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Vol. XXIV Jacksonville, 111., December, 1920 No.3 

Editor-in-chief Vera Wardner 

Associate Editor Cora Cherry 
Assistant Editors Margaret Hamilton, Margaret Fowler 

Art Editor Jennie Lacey 

Business Manager Margaret Watson 

Assistant Managers Velma Bain, Helena Betcher 

Faculty Adviser Miss Bertha Jones 

Calendar. 

Oct. 23 — Junior-Freshman Dance. 

Oct. 24 — Rainy Blues ! Rainy Blues ! 

Oct. 25 — Mr. Pierson's recital. 

Oct. 27 — Moonlight night. 

Oct. 28 — Cox table party. Glee Club stunt. 

Oct. 29 — Social Service lectures. 

Oct. 30 — Hallowe'en Party. Democrat stunt. 

Oct. 31— Discussions of "Blind Youth." 

Nov. 1 — Phi Nu party. 

Nov. 2 — Election day. Hurrah for Harding! 

Nov. 4— "39 East" at Luttrel's. 

Nov. 6 — "Parlor, Bedroom and Bath." Theta party. 

Nov. 8 — Lambdas spend evening at Colonial Inn. 

Nov. 9 — Society open meetings. 

Nov. 10 — Armistice Day. Dr. Harker makes after din- 
ner speech, causing much excitement. 

Nov. 12 — Hazel advances to under-water swimming! 

Nov. 13 — Belles Lettres at home. 

Nov. 14— Mr. Weber talks in Y. W. C. A. 

Nov. 15 — Hands up! Spent morning in Social room. 

Nov. 16 — Sarita Jones gives interesting talk at even- 
ing chapel. 

Nov. 17 — Miss von Waldheim brings Russia to us as 
she knows it from her personal experiences 
there. 

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Nov. 18 — Miss Castillon tells us about France. 

Nov. 19 — Visited by I. C. enthusiasts. Eva Gertrude 

Hodgens talks on India in Chapel at night. 
Nov. 20 — "To be or not to be — that is the question !" 
Nov. 21 — The morning after the night before — and 

rain! 
Nov. 22 — Alumnae Reception at Fairview. Miss Edna 
Sheppard assisted by Miss Grace Atwood ap- 
pear in Recital. 
Nov. 23 — Junior-Sophomore hockey game. Sophs win! 
Nov. 24 — Senior-Freshman hockey game. Tie! 
Nov. 25 — Thanksgiving, a red-letter day of I. W. 
C. ! Tense moments on the hockey field ; a sacred hour 
in church ; an array of lovely gowns by candle-light ; a 
delicious dinner followed by words both solemn and 
merry about the brave people who three hundred years 
ago "worked and prayed and had their cares," and who 
were "just folks" in spite of the place that history has 
given them ; the faces of old friends of the school and 
of the dear girls who came back to their Alma Mater 
for a day ; an informal evening in the gym, with a big 
fire and a few of the Glee Club's unusual songs ; danc- 
ing to the music of a most natural "cullud" orchestra ; 
then frolicking thru the Virginia reel. It was a most 
jolly and happy day, but — aren't we glad that one 
doesn't have to pursue this program every day that she 
is thankful? 



"All through the feast of Christmas time 
The mistletoe hangs in the hall, 
A symbol of the season's cheer 
Whose echoes laugh from wall to wall." 

— Shakespere. 

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V. I. A. 

Do you get up in the morning about five minutes 
before class, throw your things right and left, leave 
your bed unmade and your room looking as though a 
cyclone had struck it ? After class, does the Y. W. room 
with its Hershey bars attract you ? It is always possible 
to judge approximately the number of people who have 
missed breakfast by the number of Hershey wrappers 
strewn through the corridors and in the elevator. A 
few have considered it more important to get their Her- 
sheys eaten during chapel time, rather than to go there, 
so another chapel cut is added to their list, and their 
beds remain unmade. 

At noon they discover several letters, so they take 
them to read at lunch, trusting that people around will 
think their heads are devoutly bowed in prayer during 
grace, while they are merely taking advantage of an 
opportunity. 

After lunch, in great haste to get to their rooms, 
they rush for the elevator. The upperclassmen feel 
that it only shows them due respect to be allowed to 
enter the elevator first ; but often a Senior is seen hold- 
ing the door open for a multitude of Freshmen who 
think it vitally important that they fill up the elevator 
first, dashing in ahead of Faculty and other dignitaries. 

After the last class do you take a few minutes to 
clean up your room using this method peculiar to board- 
ing schools ? Everything is dusted off onto the floor, 
and is then picked up with gentle strokes of an oil mop 
which is then shaken out of the window. The dust a- 
grees with the people below, and pieces of trash add 
to the attractions of the vines and the campus. 

Respectively submitted. 

The Campus Scouts 

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Y. W. Prayer Week. 

Helen Jackson, '24. 

S. D. Gordon, one of our modern religious writers, 
in his well known book entitled "Prayer Changes 
Things," gives the account of a musician, who, al- 
though he had been given the foremost place in the 
rank of masters in his art, still continued to practice 
eight hours a day. An intimate friend of his, know- 
ing of his phenomenal concert and private recital suc- 
cess inquired if it might not be possible for the man to 
cease practicing for a month or two, as a means of rest 
and diversion, "If I stopped the arduous work for one 
day," replied the great artist, "I myself would know it. 
If I stopped for three days, the whole world would 
would know it." Dr. Gordon makes the application to 
the responsibility of prayer resulting from the accept- 
ance of Jesus Christ as a Savior to all the world, "for," 
he writes, "if you stop praying one day you yourself 
will know it. But if you stop three days and if your 
prayer reaches the uttermost parts of the earth, as it 
should, the world itself will lose thereby." 

It was with this hope of broadening the outlook of 
the college students of the world, that the national or- 
ganization gladly accepted the plan for the week of 
study and prayer. I. W. C. students have been extra- 
ordinarily fortunate during the past week thus set 
aside in having for speakers, persons living in their 
midst, thoroughly capable of presenting the condition, 
needs, and future opportunities in lands beyond our 
own boundaries. 

Sarita Jones, a student from Chili, gave the first 
address to the students and faculty on Monday evening, 
November the fifteenth. Sarita shows the true patriot- 
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ly admires the progressive spirits of other people. In a 
well-organized talk she showed the danger resulting 
from a tourist's carelessly and hastily expressed op- 
inions being expressed as final and as nationally char- 
acteristic. 

Miss von Waldheim's lecture on Russia was also of 
exceptional interest because of her account of personal 
experience gained in the**dark continent,"so-called, dur- 
ing her many years of residence there. The import of 
the talk was that the propagandist from Russia is re- 
ceiving undue encouragement from magazines and 
newspapers that publish the sensational writings of 
characters needed in Russia as workers."Let them stay 
home where they belong and put their shoulders to the 
wheel, for the glory of future Russia." 

Miss Castillon spoke the third evening, of her na- 
tive country, France, "whose very name is cult- 
ure," according to many of our own writers. We 
were given a picture, France at work and France at 
play. She spoke of the fashion in which boys and girls 
are separated in educational institutions, and of the 
father's prerogative in arranging his daughter's mar- 
riage according to the dictates of his own heart. The 
friendly relations between France and the States, re- 
sulting from their alliance in the World War just pass- 
ed, has according to Miss Castillon, given the American 
people opportunity for service to the French, an op- 
portunity which is now before us, and which time itself 
will not remove. 

Eva Gertrude Hodgens had the final service, giv- 
ing an excellent talk on "The Lure of India," such a 
talk as only one with a heart full of love for India and 
with information about India's people can give. With 
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ground, she gave her description of the fascination of 
the oriental country, filled with masses of hungry souls. 

The student today appreciates the value of the 
work which has past, and will doubtless show more 
practical interest in world missions from this time, 
thru the year. 

Music Notes 

Mrs. Marguerite Palmiter Forrest, soprano, of the 
faculty, gave a delightful recital in Music Hall on the 
evening of November 15th. Her program was varied 
and beautifully rendered. Miss Belle Mehus, another 
new member of our music faculty, was her accompanist 
and gave her excellent support. 

The first student's recital this year occured Thurs- 
day afternoon in Music Hall. These recitals occur every 
two weeks and are of great benefit to both the auditor 
and those who take part. 

Coming Events 

Professor Clark, reader, of Chicago University will 
give a recital in Music Hall December 11th. He will read 
Drinkwater's "Abraham Lincoln." 

Grace Wood Jess, soprano, will give a folk song re- 
cital in Music Hall December 16th. 

The second number on the Artists series will be 
given by Augusta Cottlow December 6th. 

Thursday afternoon December 18th a children's re- 
cital will be given, and on December 20th an advanced 
students' recital. 



Found in an English History exam paper — "The 
Saxons believed in immorality of the soul." 



G. Laughlin — I have to write a summary of the 
Mount of Olives and the Beatitudes. 

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Alumnae Department 

Illinois School for the Deaf, 

Jacksonville, Illinois. 
My College Friends : 

You all grow dearer and dearer to me as the days 
pass by! Two new classes have entered since I left I. 
W. C. and yet it seems but yesterday that I put on my 
cap and gown for Commencement. Perhaps you are 
wondering what I am doing here in Jacksonville. Those 
of you who know my dear Father and Mother, who are 
deaf, know that I could not but be interested in deaf 
people. Can you imagine then, dear friends, how happy 
I was in September 1919 to receive the appointment 
of Social Service Field Worker for the deaf people in 
the state of Illinois ? 

Perhaps you are wondering, just a little, what that 
long title implies. So far, there are no iron clad rules 
which lay down the duties of a Social Service Worker. 
Illinois is the first state to make provision for Insti- 
tutional Social Service under state supervision. The 
field is a new one. We have been forging ahead, meet- 
ing and solving the problems as they came to us. Al- 
ways welcoming constructive criticism, we have been 
making our own program and defining our own duties. 
By working with the Department of Public Welfare, 
with the general public, with the children and with you 
my friends, we hope to do our share in making this 
world a better place to live in. 

At the Illinois school we have found our problems 
somewhat different from those in the other state insti- 
tutions. The work takes me out over the state a large 
part of the time. After grouping the work we are do- 
ing, we have six branches, the first of which is that of 

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School Attendance. 

We have in Illinois a law which was passed by the 
Fiftieth General Assembly in 1917 and which states 
that all deaf children of sound mind, between the ages 
of eight and eighteen must be in a school for the deaf. 
We are glad of this because now we are able to insist 
that the deaf child be given an equal chance with the 
hearing child. If any of you know of any deaf child 
who is not in school, we shall be very grateful if you 
will let us know. We shall then look him up and see 
receives all that we have to that he comes to us and 
offer him. At present we have three hundred eighty 
children enrolled. 

Employment 

It has been my pleasure to communicate with at 
least fifteen companies in regard to the employment of 
the deaf. Everywhere I have gone, employment mana- 
gers have been very kind and willing to do their part. 
So far, we have not had to secure positions for the deaf. 
They take care of that themselves. It is the problem 
as a whole that we are interested in. With the Spring- 
field Office we are making a study of the present sit- 
uation. We are sending out all over the state to the deaf 
people, blanks, which when properly filled out and re- 
turned to us, will give us an unusual insight into the 
situation and we will know the deaf man's side of the 
question. We are anxious to do our part but it rests 
with the deaf people to help us. 

Publicity 

I mentioned a moment ago the willingness with 
which the people in general have received our work. We 
realize that once the people know something about the 
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do, they cannot help but be interested. Publicity is a 
necessity. With this in mind, we wrote to all of our 
County Superintendents of Schools and asked them 
to send to their teachers notices which we would send 
them. Each notice which was sent out, there were 
15,000 of them, asked the reader to kindly let us know 
of all deaf children who lived in the county so that we 
could give the children the benefit of our school here. 
The results have been indeed gratifying. When people 
know more about our school there will be fewer cases 
like that of a deaf boy we found at our St. Charles 
school for delinquent boys. He was not a bad boy but 
was deaf so the Judge knew he should be some place 
and sent him off to St. Charles. This boy is here in 
our school now, but should have been when he was 
seven instead of waiting until he was fifteen. 

Besides the above way of reaching the public, talks 
are made to hearing and to deaf audiences telling them 
what the state is endeavoring to do for her deaf. As 
I have gone out on my trips I have made many friends 
among other social workers, States Attorneys, Y. W. 
C. A. Secretaries and County Superintendents. We de- 
pend on each other for help whenever we can be of ser- 
vice in any way. 

Home Investigations 

We visit the homes of our children with one of 
three points in mind. One is the closer linking up of the 
school with the home. That is meeting with the par- 
ents, seeing the other members of the family and be- 
coming better acquainted with the background from 
which the children come. Then too we visit the homes 
to investigate the home conditions. Often we have 
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der county care or having a child taken away from its 
home and placed in good surroundings which will give 
the child a chance to become a worthwhile citizen. The 
third purpose we bear in mind is that of investigating 
homes where children may be placed during the sum- 
mer months. Last summer two of our girls worked in 
the country and earned real money and now they are 
able to feel as independent as the other children, to 
say nothing of the lessons which they are learning in 
thrift. 

Special Cases 

Besides the cases already mentioned, we have 
many individual cases which require special adjust- 
ment and solution. For instance, we have a little girl 
nine years old who lost her left leg in early childhood. 
She was using a crutch. To be sure she got around 
very nimbly and seemed happy but just the same she 
always remembered that she was a little different from 
the other girls. We investigated the case, took her to 
Chicago and had an artificial leg made. She has been 
using the new leg now since last Christmas. I only 
wish that you could see her. She walks, runs and even 
plays hop-scotch along with the other girls. 

During the past summer one of our small boys 
had a wonderful operation performed. He has not only 
been deaf from early childhood but has been unable to 
open his mouth more than half an inch. His case was a 
very unusual one and attracted the attention of the doc- 
tors all over the state. Our State Surgeon, Dr. S. W. 
McKelvey, after a careful study of the case,felt confi- 
dent that he could help our little fellow. I took the boy 
to the Peoria State Hospital and there the operation 
was performed. If the boy had been a millionaire's son, 
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the operation it wasi a miracle. The slightest error in 
technique might have proved fatal. The little lad was 
patient and endured the pain like a big soldier. He can 
open his mouth now as wide as anyone and is now learn- 
ing to say a few words. His parents, who cannot do 
enough to show their gratitude, are not the only ones 
who are happy over the success of the operation. We 
too at the school are thankful that it was a success. 
Local Work 

We have felt that as we go out over the state in 
our work, w€ must not forget that there are problems 
right here in our school which are very important. 
While here at the school, my duties are many and vari- 
ed. So as to give a fair idea of the work being done, I 
shall summarize briefly : 

By visiting the children in their class rooms I see 
them from a different point of view. Talking to their 
teachers who are closer to them than I, helps me to un- 
derstand better the children and their problems. 

By attending the meeting of the Literary Societies, 
I meet with the boys and girls on a different basis. We 
feel that we are both being helped by this. 

During the last year we have organized a troop of 
Girl Scouts. This fall another troop has been organized 
which promises as well as the first. Our Superintend- 
ent's wife, Mrs. White, has been very helpful to us in 
this work and we feel that what success we have attain- 
ed we owe to her. 

The Christian Endeavor Society has met regularly 
each Sunday in one of the boys' club rooms. However 
this fall we grew too large for the room and so moved 
out into the big study hall. We meet on Sunday even- 
ings. We talk over the things which I have seen on my 
trips and then compare them to our own lives. From 
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the boys will be better men for having had these talks 
together. Last year on Easter Sunday forty-two boys 
stood up and said that they wanted to accept the great 
friendship of the Master and to follow his example. I 
confess girls, it made me make a new resolution to live 
the very best I know how so that I could give these 
children whatever our Lord means for me to. They are 
so eager, so responsive and so willing to follow that it 
makes one realize all the more the opportunities which 
are before us all. 

From the things which I have just told you, you 
see that I could not help but learn a great lesson : when 
dealing with human beings we are not working pro- 
blems in arithmetic. Every case is different. At the 
same time while we have our individual differences we 
are all "just people" underneath. We all have the 
same Hopes, Ambitions, Aspirations even though some 
of us live in palaces and the rest of us live in little old 
house-boats along the rivers. Do you remember the 
lines our dear Dr. Harker repeated to us many, many 
times ? I cannot recall the exact words but the idea was 
that if we would make our world a bigger, broader 
world for every one we can do it, if we LIVE and 
LAUGH and LOVE and LIFT. Shall we do it, Girls? 
Every day in the year? 

Grace E. Hasenstab, 
Social Service Field Worker. 



Betty Frazier (in Bible class) — When the children 
of Israel crossed over Jordan they carried the Ark with 
them. 

Gladys Laughlin — Say, what ark was that ? Noah's 
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The College Greetings is published monthly by the students 
of Illinois Woman's College. 

Contributions to its pages are solicited from the students of 
all departments, and from the alumnae. They are due the fif- 
teenth of each month. 

Subscriptions, $1.25 a year, payable in advance. Single 
copies 20c. 

Entered at Jacksonville Post Office as second-class matter. 



Contents 

Birch Bark 74 

Dr. Pitner 75 

Ero's Golden Arrow 76 

Editorial 79 

At Tabard Inn 80 

While the Bells Pealed 82 

The Human Service Station 84 

Alumnae 88 

Art Notes 91 

Life and Letters of L W. C. 93 



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Birch Bark. 

Among my treasures I keep 

A piece of fragrant flakey bark 

Birch bark — brown and sweet. 

And seeing it, feel the breath 

Of soothing winds from forest shades 

Of Old Mission woodlands. A calm 

Lies all about me. Gaunt and grim 

Forms of pine trees, brown and green 

With silent feathery sheen, 

Stand dauntless, swift winged and bright 

A sunbeam messenger of light 

The shadow seeks 

With joy it leaps 
And as if touched by magic wand 
Enchantment turns the place a fairy land. 

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Dr. Pitner. 

"He came from God, he lived as a son of God, he 
has gone back to God, he has gone home. There is no 
gap of death, in such a life as Dr. Pitner's," was in part, 
Dr. Barker's tribute to his friend. 

We, the students of Illinois Woman's College have 
reason to grieve for Dr. Pitner for he has been a de- 
voted friend of our college for many years. He was for 
thirty-six years a member of the Board of Trustees,dur- 
ing all that time a member of the Executive Committee, 
for twenty-eight years chairman of that committee and 
for the past nine years the president of the Board. To 
President Harker, he has been a very dear friend, en- 
couraging, advising and supporting him in his many 
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The students hold as one of their fondest memories, 
the annual picnic at "Fairview". There we first met Dr. 
and Mrs. Pitner and enjoyed their hospitahty in their 
cultured home with its beautiful grounds and gardens. 
Many of the students knew him as a physician genial, 
sympathetic, and skillful. Whether we met him at Fair- 
view, at social gatherings, in the College, or in a pro- 
fessional way he was always, as one of his colleagues 
said of him, "A Christian gentleman." 
We mourn the loss of such a friend. 
"The star is not extinguished when it sets 
Upon the dull horizon; it goes 
To shine in other skies; then reappears 
In ours as fresh as when it first arose." 



Ero's Golden Arrow. 

When this earth was still new and fresh, with all 
creatures starting in life, the little God of Love, Eros, 
with his bright, pure, and spotless golden arrow, was 
always among men. Creature's hearts were good and 
pure; the heavens were forever blue, and the flowers 
always in bloom. At certain times all the gods and 
muses used to assemble before the great father Zeus 
to report of their deeds, and there was always mirth 
amidst them. Their task among mortals was an easy 
one as little Eros made it so for them by touching 
every mortal's heart at birth, with his magic arrow. 

On a fine morning, on an old tower, amidst the per- 
fume of flowers and the joy of music, sat little Eros. He 
had had much work, and he wished to rest as he looked 
at the beauty of the earth. There he sat for a long 
time until his eyes grew heavy and finally he fell asleep. 

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He woke up with the murmuring breeze, and looking 
down from the tower, with a deep sigh of contentment 
he flew to the mansion of the immortals. But as he got 
there he saw that the other gods and muses looked sad 
and distressed. He knew as well as the rest that some- 
thing was very wrong but none could tell what it was. 
Soon the the situation became clear. 

"Eros," said the Great Zeus "thou hast not been 
using thine arrow, I am afraid. The gods find it hard 
to work with mortals for they are discouraged and pes- 
simistic." 

Little Eros put his hand in his wallet to secure his 
arrow, and prove that he had made use of it when, alas, 
he found that it was gone ! The little god, with death 
in his heart, began to shed tears ; he felt his soul sick 
with sorrow; his happiness lost forever. He asked his 
father god to give him some time to look for his prec- 
ious arrow. He went down to earth, and with tired 
feet and an aching heart, began his search. 

The firmanent was dark and cloudy; in the far 
fields the lilies bent their corollos, and let fall the petals 
one by one; mortals began to lose what was good and 
sweet in them and everything was hard for everybody. 

The time when he had to go back to Zeus was 
drawing near. He knew that because of his loss, the 
god's tasks were failing, and that the whole earth was 
being lost. With an aching, broken heart he went to 
the old tower where he had been once before to look at 
the earth. 

Two beautiful doves had made the old tower their 
abode. As Eros entered, they began to flutter their 
wings, and to fly around his golden head. He looked 
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was touched at the sight of two snow white eggs. With 
tearful eyes he thought of the home of men where now 
only darkness reigned. He wondered how these doves 
had kept theirs, bright and warm; and kneeling down 
he kissed the eggs. As he raised his head his eyes were 
attracted by an object that was partly covered with the 
downy lining of the nest. He picked it up and lo! he 
had at last found the long sought for arrow. 

In his happiness, and in his desire to tell the world 
that he had found his, and the mortal's greatest gift, 
he began to ring the old bell in the tower. Its chimes 
were heard from afar, and echoed in all people's hearts. 
The sky became bright again, and the flowers lifted 
once more their faces to the sun's kisses. A new epoch 
had begun for everybody! 

Eros again began to dwell amongst men, and to 
touch their hearts with the magic arrow. But, as the 
arrow had remained for so long in the tower and only 
part of it covered with the warm dove's feathers, there 
was a spot in it which in vain did Eros endeavor to take 
off. He could not do it, so he had to start his task 
anew with that disappointment. 

The bloom of many springs, and the snow of many 
winters have passed over this world. Men have lost 
their goodness, and women some of their innocence. 
The touch of Eros' still remains in our hearts, but it is 
different than in days of old. It leaves some rays of 
sunshine, and some dark clouds; some gay smiles, and 
some bitter tears ; some seriousness, and some frivolity. 

And every year, at hearing the chimes of the New 
Year bells we start anew like Eros with our happiness, 
and disappointments, giving joy, and giving sorrow, 
fulfilling our tasks with what we have, but the spot of 
iEros' touch remains! • ' '■ . •— Sarita Jones. 

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Vol. XXIV Jacksonville, 111., January, 1921 No. 4 

Editor-in-chief Vera Wardner 

Associate Editor Cora Cherry 

Assistant Editors Margaret Hamilton, Margaret Fowler 

Art Editor Jennie Lacey 

Business Manager Margaret Watson 

Assistant Managers Velma Bain, Helena Betcher 

Faculty Adviser Miss Bertha Jones 



Editorial. 

A preface is something which precedes and is use- 
less but necessary. 

When a person writes a book or a play or some 
other piece of literature, all goes well until the work is 
ready for publication; and then the author is faced 
with a dreadful realization. He has no preface ! Heavens 
the disgiace of a literary effort without a preface! One 
must be written at once. But what to write? Sit- 
ting down at his desk he makes a vain attempt. His 
mind is a blank.In despair he pulls down, at randoni, 
several books from his Hbrary shelves, turns to the 
front of each, and reads. Enlightenment comes; joy- 
fully he jots down those statements which every prop- 
er preface should contain. His hst reads thus : 

1. What is my book? 

2. What is in my book ? 

3. What did it seem wise to me to do in dealing 
with my subject? 

4. What did I attempt to do ? 

5. To whom and what am I indebted for what I 
did do ? 

6. By Gad, what did I do? 

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At Tabard Inn. 

Imagine with me that we are guests at the Tabard 
Inn. The time is spring and we are listening to our 
host, one Henry Bailey by name, who is telling of the 
many pilgrims who have halted on their way to the 
tomb of our reverend Thomas a' Becket. We are filled 
with pride to learn of so many famous guests at such 
a modest hostlery. As dusk comes on and the fires are 
lighted we hear the noisy dogs of the court yard but 
they are soon quieted by the stable boy as he goes to 
take the new arrival's horse. 

After the usual amount of questioning our host 
brought into the hall one Jeoffrey Chaucer, a kindly 
man, but sharp of tongue and quick to love a jest. His 
cloak was of motley and he wore a beaver hat up- 
on a head that was well shaped and did good reasoning 
withal. His chin was sharp and seemed more so be- 
cause of a heavy forked beard. Although his lips did 
not often smile his eyes were twinkling always, and 
seemed to note the smallest device in all the Inn. 

Scarcely had he doffed his outer garment when 
such a howling of the dogs was heard that all the guests 
followed their host into the court yard to see what such 
disturbance told. The curs were quieted and into the 
yard rode quite a company of fifteen folk, all different 
in life who had by chance met at the various cross- 
roads on the way. A right merry addition to our house 
that night they were, and soon the jests and wine were 
flowing freely. And so it went until even twenty-nine 
had gathered there who were for Canterbury bound. 
And among this gathering Knights, Abbots, Merchants 
and peasantry, and very few were of the same occupa- 
tion or wealth, though several were of the clergy. 

Now to make our party right jolly the way our 
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host proposed, and our host was good at business, that 
we should each tell two stories on our way and two up- 
on returning and of these all, he who told the best story 
was to have a dinner free on reaching Tabard Inn. Our 
gracious host did then and there make plans to join us 
on our pilgrimage and be our judge. 

It was agreed by each that such a program should 
be carried out, so off to bed he went that he might be 
up with the cock and faring forth as it grew light, to- 
ward Canterbury and the famous shrine of good St. 
Thomas. 



When Dr. Harker was attending the Council of 
Church Boards in Boston he took lunch with the follow- 
ing: 

Amy M. Fact, of the class of '03, who is now a 
teacher of Home Economics at Simmons, also director 
of vocational training in the Woman's Educational and 
Industrial Union, of Boston. It is her privilege to ad- 
vise young women as to the lines of work open to them 
in the business world. 

Avonne Jameson, who is now in the School of Re- 
ligious Education of Boston. She is preparing to be a 
pastor's assistant. 

Miss Ruth E. Hills who is at her home 
near Boston this year. Miss Hills' mother, who has 
been ill, is now better and Miss Hills is able to devote 
part of her time to playground work in the city of Bos- 
ton. 

While Dr. Harker was in New York attending the 
meeting of the Methodist Board of Education, he vis- 
ited with Miss Johnson, Helen Ost, and Mary Louise 
Powell. 

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While the Bells Pealed. 

It was New Year's Eve. I was sitting before the 
fireplace, in which the embers of the fire still glowed. 
Shadows moved restlessly about on the walls of that 
dimly lighted room, and as I settled cozily back into 
the depths of a comfortable chair, a wonderful vision 
came to me. 

I seemed to be back at I. W. C. My mind was 
tangled up over some knotty problem in Algebra. Why 
must I use the binomial theorem when I wished to 
solve a quadratic? Perhaps I should have taken the 
location principal, or Descartee's rule of signs. Why! 
Oh, why! couldn't I think? If only there were some 
way out. I struggled violently and beat the air, but to 
no effect. As I struggled, Miss Anderson entered, and 
stood, looking about. I arose from my chair very hasti- 
ly, but she, not seeing me, began to order all those fig- 
ures back in place. 

At last they all arranged themselves on the black- 
board, and how pleasant they looked, as they smiled 
down on me. But still, there was no peace for me. 

No sooner had I been delivered from my mathe- 
matics, than I found myself in an English class. When 
I tried to escape, I was confronted with a new perplexi- 
ty. Given the subject, "Why You Should Use a Limit- 
ed Subject", I was required to limit the subject, outline 
three points, and write an essay of five thousand words. 

How was it possible to limit a limited subject? 
And then write five thousand words on it ? Yet I took 
up my pen and waited, waited — , for an inspiration. 

Time passed on, in the distance, a bell rang, and 
the class passed out, leaving me alone. Thinking that 
I might be able to work better in my room, I drifted 
slowly upstairs, and put on my door, an "engaged" 

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sign. As of old, the room was in perfect disorder. My 
Sunday School books were on the bed, my gym clothes 
on one chair, and my sweater on the other. A great 
variety of shoes roamed about the floor, and tripped 
me at short intervals. Crowds of girls, attracted by my 
"engaged" sign swarmed into the room and added to 
the confusion. Someone started the Victrola, and down 
the corridor, a piano was being "ragged" to death. A 
few Ukuleles added to the discord, and even the radia- 
tor was so affected that it lifted up its voice to join in 
the chorus. 

I could not stand the awfulness of it all. Jumping 
to my window sill, I was about to leap out into the 
fresh and quiet night, when there was a jar, and I 
trembled violently from head to foot. 

I found myself standing before the fire-place ; the 
fire had gone completely out. The room was dark, and 
all the house was filled with the stillness of midnight 
Then, there was a sudden pealing of bells and the 
shriek of whistles. I had but dreamed of my college 
days, and all their confusing problems. So while the 
bells rang out, I resolved to continue to strive to un- 
tangle my math and to limit my subject. The noise 
ceased ; the New Year had begun. 

— Genevie Blankenship. 



Izzy in the Library — "What on earth are you hunt- 
ing for?" 

V. W.— "Earthly Paradise." 
Izzy — "Well you'll never find it here !" 
Willie : I hear that Dr. Marker has been looking 
for me. What do you suppose I've done ? 

Irene: He wants someone to get up a stunt. 
Willie: 0! So he picked on a stunted person, did 



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The Human Service Station 

"Well, Alice, my dear, have you made your New 
Year's resolutions, yet ?" inquired her father as he laid 
down his evening paper. 

"No, Daddy," she responded with a Puritan toss 
of her curly head, "I'm not going to 'resolve' any more 
Every year I've thought of how I could do more for 
'others,' just a little more than the year before, Daddy, 
and what have I ever gained ?" 

"Goodness me !" his indulgent voice rang out jovially. 
The paper, however, was abandoned to its fate on the 
floor. Even the cat seemed to recognize the situation 
as an unusual one, for it opened its eyes as tho vaguely 
disturbed. The steel knitting needles were clicking 
"rather too energetically for Alice," thought her father, 
as the firelight failed to soften their gleam. 

"Goodness me, Alice what's the matter with my 
girl?" 

"Daddy I'm just tired of being an 'old fashioned 
girl!" 

"Old fashioned ?" he queried, surprised. "Yes, 'old 
fashioned.'" 

"Why don't you have all the prettiest things and 
the latest books and " 

"Oh, yes, I suppose, but they're always so ruffled. 
The clothes — I mean. Now there's Jack, she can wear 
strictly tailored things — " her voice sounded impressive 
— "and everyone notices her says, 'How stunning' or 
meteoric', or 'brilliant', you never heard anyone call me 
that, now did you daddy?" 

"No one needs to" responded the eternal masculine 
in him. 

"Well, but Daddy, I'm an older type, as Mrs. Mc- 
Call would say. She likes the 'jazzier' girl, modem, her 

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theories piped with — well, with hot and cold water, as 
it were. But, you see, no one thinks of me except in 
case of New Year's Resolutions, or with this insane pro- 
fession of doing good' " — 

"Why, Alice!" 

"Yes, "she persisted, and you know Thoreau says 
that profession is already overcrowded." 

"Well, well, weir ! But don't you remember the old 
couplet, 'Type of the wise who soar but never roam, 
Trust to the kindred points of Heaven and home ?" 

"Yes, I remember. Daddy, but I'd rather be more 
startling for a while." 

He laughed sleepily, and moved off toward bed. 

"The dearest little old fat figure in the world!" 
thot his daughter as she laid down her knitting and 
followed him as far as her own room. She had drowsily 
unpinned her brown hair, — hair so like her mother's 
had been, her father said — when the telephone rang in 
the dining room. 

"I suppose it's Margaret again!" she laughed as 
she skipped down the hall. "This is a sort of a service 
station, as Leon says." People were always calling for 
emergency blessings, and at all hours. 

"I'm sorry to disturb you", announced a strange 
voice, "but this is the head nurse on the first floor of 
the Methodist hospital speaking. There's a Bum's child 
here who has been asking for you all evening. It's an 
accident case, and Doctor Fry says he won't live till 
morning." 

In a few moments Alice stepped out of the taxi and 
bade the man wait at the curb, as she ran hastily up 
the gray steps of the hospital. 

"A prison house of pain !" she thot, as the odor of 
drugs and ether reached her nostrils.. "Why does John- 

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ny want me, I wonder? Mrs. Burns called for me last 
week, and said the only reason Johnny didn't come to 
Sunday School regularly was that he delivered papers 
and didn't always get back to the office in time 

The nurse opened the door quickly at her knock. 
By the side of the bed,bending over the mangled, crush- 
ed little body, stood Johnny's mother. His father, a 
staid, tacturn laborer stood at the foot of the bed, his 
face drawn with pain that he could not express. The 
doctor, watch in hand, scrutinized Alice's face as she 
sought for Johnny's twisted head. She had always been 
tactful, he mused. She could not be found wanting now. 

"Yer see," he smiled a twisted smile, "Yer see now 
why I didn't come ter Sunday School oftener'n I did. 
and I jes' wanted yer ter know that I got the 
Christmas candy yer sent ter me. I give it to the kids 
at home, the extry box ; I jes' wanted ter know, and, oh" 
— the little life was ebbing fast now — "do yer 'spose it'll 
all be like Christmas Up There ?" 

"And Daddy," finished Alice seriously from behind 
the chocolate urn the next morning, "I'm just not go- 
ing to care any more about being an 'older type'. I'll 
stay with my last year's decision, and keep all the John- 
ny's who are left. Don't you think that will do for my 
resolution ?" 

Her father smiled tenderly. "My girl", he replied, 
"You used to knit socks for the soldier boys. You had a 
cause to uphold then, and I suppose we all have causes, 
more or less. The 'other fellow' needs help now — when 
you believe in his cause. 

In a barren little room on the South side lay John- 
ny in his casket, his mother by his side. A bunch of red 
roses from the little Sunday School teacher lay at his 
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"He's gone ! He's gone !" sobbed the woman, press- 
ing her red hands to her face, "but Up There he'll meet 
lots of kind folks — just like her! Seems as if — " she 
thot more slowly, "tain't because o' what she's got that 
helps a body, but what she jes' shines out — all the time 
Oh, Johnny !" — Helen Jackson. 

An Acoustical Error. 
A One Act Drama. 
Scene — Dining room. 
Time — Dinner. 
Characters : 

Mile. Castillion— Ten girls— Maid. 
Sen. Girl No. 1 — "I'm on a diet, so I'll not take any 
more potatoes, but a little slaw, please. 

Jun. Girl No. 2 — I'd like some more slaw, too. 
Soph. Girl No. 3 — Just a little slaw, please. 
Fresh. Girl No. 4— Me, too ! 

(Frowns from upper classmen) 
Mile Castillion (to maid) — "If you please, excuse 
me, but if you please, a little more slop, if we may ; if 
you please. 

Maid — "Horrors ! — (faints) . 
Curtain. 

Lorene Smith (To Librarian) — Is that "Nigger of 
the Narcissus" in yet? 

Meek Librarian — "I guess you better ask Mrs. 
Moore about that." 

A. D. (in English History) — "They worked for 
their own selves." 

Miss L. (correcting her) — "They worked for them 



A. D. — "Oh yes, I mean they worked for them own 
selves !" 

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Dear Greetings: 

As we look back over the alumna news or hear in 
roundabout ways of the girls we've known in college, 
they seem to have found all the varieties of experience 
that were set for them in class prophecies. You notice 
I say variety of experience and not the experience pro- 
phecied. Truly, in that one time, that memorable com- 
mencement when I was so bold as to attempt the sooth- 
sayer's art, with the assistance of a sprite that I had 
tamed, having become enamored of Oriel when we stu- 
died the Tempest, I had no clear vision for our own 
dear class president that I predicted would be manag- 
ing a fresh air colony, is managing two lively and sub- 
stantial cherubs of her own ; and none of the world re- 
nowned artists, chemists and singers whose careers I 
had forseen have climbed the heights of glory. To be 
sure, one or two of my prophecies have come true, but 
those were so potently settled, as the flutter under the 
staid black gown evidenced, that I can take none of the 
credit to my own powers of augury. 

Do such fascinating things as class prophecies 
still exist or do only ouija boards and mediums satisfy 
all the curosity of the graduating class ? 

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happenings, and I suggest that if we could collect the 
experiences of our girls, and run a sort of competition 
on jobs, it would be worth while. Think of running, in 
the fashion of newspapers, open letters to recruits for 
professions. There would be representation for every 
line and the bewildered Senior, with the world before 
her, would have the value of the experience of her sis- 
ters. Isn't it H. G. Wells who advocates each man 
keeping his own most intimate record, that his child- 
ren reading it and accepting in the fashion of children 
—perhaps it is the fashion of English children — this ex- 
perience for their own, will be able to start in the world 
where their father left off. It is some such theory and 
there is a grain or two of worth in it. 

Think how simple for the faculty if these perplex- 
ed girls, about to choose a career — it doesn't matter 
which one of a dozen, could turn to the arguments of 
"old girls" and find there all the reasons for choosing 
matrimony, teaching, lecturing, secretarial work, nurs- 
ing, Y. W. work and what not. 

For fear my suggestion may not take seed and in 
the eagerness to enlist any possible recruits, may I put 
down an argument or two for association work ? In the 
first place let me quote the National and World mottos 
of the Y. W. C. A. "I am come that they might have 
life, and that they might have it more abundantly." 
"Not by might nor by power, but by my spirit, saith 
the Lord of hosts." 

I think there are many girls in college who have 
taken the beautiful spiritual life that surrounds I. W. 
C. very much as a matter of course. I myself had sup- 
posed that it was a natural condition of life and it was 
a shock to find it was not. So going into Association 
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more at I. W. C. no girl can be wholly content whose 
life is without a strong motive of Christian service. 
And it is not ours to hoard all the wealth of spiritual 
life and inspiration that our Alma Mater has bestowed 
on us. 

And Association work offers the chance. to give. 
Every line of work holds its channel for pouring out 
one's best. I remember our wonderful Miss Tanner say- 
ing once of teaching, that one dared not give any less 
than her best any of -the time. She was one of the 
people who could live up to that and inspire other 
people too. What a shame that you girls don't know 
Miss Tanner — but you have others no doubt to whose 
influence you can trace many of the finest things you 
have learned. 

There is in Association life, work for every girl — 
for the business girl, the running of the office, keeping 
membership files, endless records, candy accounts, 
book orders, post card and pin orders every time a club 
wants to make money — Oh, you see its a chance for a 
methodical person to be in her glory. For the Home 
Economics girl there is the cafeteria that ranges in 
size from the tiny tea room to the most popular eating 
place in town ; for the athletic devotee there's the phy- 
sical work with recreation that means running small 
parties or "popularity frolics" of several hundred. But 
for the girl who wants to play all the time, there is the 
call for a secretary, having charge of girls under eigh- 
teen, planning their club programs, hiking, camping, 
but mostly playing wildly in the spirit of youth. 

For the economist there is a big field for work with 
the finest girls — the Industrial girls who quietly, day 
after day, do the work of the world and carry burdens 
in a way that is magnificent. 

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There are other Knes but my hght burns dim and 
your patience is low — another time, perhaps. 

Have I told enough to bring in any new recruits 
or to receive a challenge from another profession? I 
throw my glove in the ring — if I could just remember 
my Browning well enough, there's something I want 
to quote about a glove or is it a ring ? 

Excuse me, better luck next time. 
Always with my good wishes, 

Louise Gates. 

Art Notes. 

Helen Ost is again studying at the Art Student's 
League of New York. 

Marie Towle is at her home in Champaign this 
winter, recovering from a recent operation. 

Winifred Sparks holds an important position as 
supervisor of Art in the Davenport Iowa schools. 

Maurine Gifford is an assistant supervisor of 
in the schools of Rockford, Illinois. 

Merlin Terhune is at Milton Junction Iowa, super- 
vising Art and Music. 

Harriet Etnyre is at Cambridge, Mass. attending 
Sargent school of Physical Education. 

Miss Knoff spent the week-end of Dec. 3-6 in Chi- 
ago where she went to study the American Artists' 
Exhibition at the Chicago Art Institute. Various other 
exhibitions were also visited during her stay there. 

Mrs. MacMurray has recently presented to the Col- 
lege two of Miss Knoff's paintings; "Opal Morning" 
"Ogunquit", and "In Gloucester Harbor". These pict- 
ures are hanging in the MacMurray parlor. 

The Senior Class thru the Illiwoco staff of 1921 has 
presented, "On the Sand-dune, Provincetown", also of 
Miss Knoff, to hang in the Social Room. 

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Two of Miss Knoff's paintings, "Reflections, Glou- 
cester Harbor" and "Tulips" are on exhibition in Phil- 
adelphia, Penn. with the twenty-seventh annual Exhi- 
bition of American Artists held at the Philadelphia Art 
Club. She also has several other pictures on tour with 
an exhibition of Illinois Artists. 



V. I. A. 

In I. W. C. there existeth a pernicious tradition, 
that Engaged signs are to be walked over, yea, that 
such a sign doth of necessity call forth the cynical 
shrug and one-cornered smile from ye supercilious stu- 
dent. Yea, also, that such a sign, if indeed be observed 
and remarked upon at all, must preferably be regarded 
on the going out, and not on the coming in of the visi- 
tor. 

It is conventional for the "Camper Out to enter, re- 
gardless of signs upon the door, consume at least fifty 
minutes of the harassed neighbor's time, and slowly 
exit, saying in a surprised tone, as follows: 

"Oh ! Thou hast thy usual sign up, I trow. I hope 
I have not disturbed thee." 

The Walker-Over friend hath taken unto her bos- 
om 'ere her departure what store of history, of themes, 
of mathematics, that she hath need of for the day to 
follow, and now she departed for greener fields, where 
she feeleth more at home. Her favorite text is "Be thou 
not weary in well-doing for in due season I shall reap, 
if thou faintest not." Yea, she diligently practiceth 
her creed. 

But in her wake she leaveth a life-long member of 
one of three organizations, a member of either the 
Nervous Wreck Society, The Cheerful Liars' Club or 
the Queen of Sheba Sororityi^the Queen of Sheba, 

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thou recallest, had no spirit left within her! Verily, in 
the wake of the Walker-Over is left a large number 
of bleaching- bones, mentally speaking, than was found 
on the trail of the Prairie Schooner in 1848. She doeth 
more harm than the Knocker, for the Anvil Chorus 
must in due season lose its members to the Booster 
Club which meeteth next door. 

Yet — faint not, sad heart! In season and out of 
season thou hast been sore let and hindered hitherto. 
Yet with the measure that the Walker-Over hath met- 
ed unto thee, it shall someday be measured unto her 
again. For at final examination time she shall find 
within her soul a sincere desire for time to meditate. 
William the Conqueror's ancestry will seem complicat- 
ed unto her then. Unto this Camper-Out there will 
surely come a day when she will be limited, as thou art 
now, try strength, try time, try patience. Again, sad 
heart, faint not, civilized customs will some day ex- 
tend to the uttermost parts of the earth. 



Life and Letters of L W. C. 

A Calendar composed of things that the Mail Box 
told me. 

L W. C, Nov. 26th, '20. 
Dear Mamma :- 

I had a fine time yesterday, but this is a regular 
"day after." 
Dear Jane :- Nov. 27th. 

You said that if I went to a Woman's College there 
would be no social life. Well, the Phi Nus gave a ban- 
quet, and the Belles Lettres a tea for the Alumnae, on 
the same day. 

The best woman accompanist in the U. S., Miss 
Sheppard, played for us in chapel. She once studied 
here. 

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Dear Dad :- Nov. 28th 

Don't worry about my ability to take care of my- 
self and walk the "straight and narrow." Miss Cordelia 
Randolph, an alumna, talked on "Our Responsibilities" 
in Y. W. today, and made us feel them. 
Dear Sis :- Nov. 29th 

It's raining- here today, — outdoors and in, for a 
bath tub ran over on 5th Harker. 

Wish that you could hear Miss Moore's violin re- 
cital tonight. 
Dear Bill:- Nov. 30th. 

I told you last summer that I might marry you 
next year, but Bill, today was Senior Recognition Day 
here, and when they all marched in, so dignified in their 
caps and gowns, I decided that I wanted to do that, too. 
It isn't that I prefer a cap to a bridal veil, — I want both. 
Dear Mother:- Dec. 1st 

I'm sorry that you worried when you didn't hear 
from me, but honest, I haven't had time to lick a post- 
age stamp. Every organization on the campus has had 
at least one meeting this week, and we Sophs are giving 
stunts tonight. 
My Dear Aunt Eliza:- Dec. 2nd. 

It was so thoughtful of you to send me the book, 
"Advice for the Young." 

Today was a most interesting day in this institu- 
tion. The Sophomore class of which I have the honor 
to be a member, was recognized, in appropriate cos- 
tume. At night we gave what is termed a "snake 
dance", but let me assure you, dear aunt, that this 
name refers to the formation of the line rather than 
the actions of the participants. At night v/e serenad- 
ed the school with "Moon, Moon !"and other selections. 
Dear Uncle Bob :- Dec. 3rd 

Your pet organization, the Red Cross, was boosted 
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in chapel talks this morning. I. W. C. helps to back it 

every year. 

Dear Pal:- Dec. 4th 

A few of us roller-skated in the gym this evening. 
No, I'm not reverting to my second childhood — every- 
body is like that here. 

Our loyal Seniors presented the school with a desk 
for the annual office and a picture by our art teacher. 
Mother:- Dec. 5th 

Did you notice in the paper that the school has lost 
its best friend, Dr. Pitner? We went in a body to the 
services today. 
Daddy Dear:- Dec. 6th 

I'm just back from the most wonderful recital, the 
famous Augusta Cottlow. And say Dad I went to the Y. 
W. C. A. Japanese Bazaar this afternoon, and that 
check you sent me just sort of shriveled away. I hate to 
ask for more so soon — 
Helen :- Dec. 7th 

I'm mad! My proofs came for the Illiwoco today, 
and they are hideous. The girls say they look just like 
me, and that the camera can't make a rose out of an 
onion, but I certainly shall have them done over. 

Our "Y" had a business meeting of all the mem- 
bers tonight. 
Sis Dearest :- Dec. 8th 

We were told tonight to use the door when leaving 
the building, and never to forget and climb out of the 
window, as the door is more convenieent, and safer in 
the end. 

Dear Miss Ann :- Dec. 9th 

Have changed my mind and decided to help with 

the Christmas party after all. I didn't feel at all 

"Christmasy" until tonight when we practiced carols. 



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Old Pal of Mine:- Dec. 11th 

Prof. S. H. Clark from the U. of C, about 
whom you raved gave us a red letter day, and we are 
raving, too, both faculty and students. He inspired us 
with a talk in chapel, giving us a vision of world neigh- 
borliness, and in the afternoon read Drinkwater's 
"Abraham Lincoln." It was sublime. He is a wise 
and lovable man. 

Dear Grand Dad:- Dec. 17th 

Illinois has the queerest weather! After Y. W. 
meeting, where we were called "Missionary Backnum- 
bers", I took a long walk, and it was like spring. 
Dear Folks :- Dec. 13th 

In 216 more hours or 12,960 minutes I'll be with 
you! 



The Maid (in the dinning room) — "Do you care for 
milk?" 

Willie— "Not much." 

Ada Clotfelter (in American Lit. class) — I like 
Oliver Wendell Holmes ; he's so silly !" 



Mrs. Weber (writing word "Duncery" on the 
board) — "What does this mean?" 

F. Cunningham — "Dunkery? It has something 
to do with the Dunkards." 



Miss Neville (in English Lit.) — "Give a list of 
writings in which the stories in Genesis and Exodus 
are used." 

D. Kennedy — "The Domesday Book!" 



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The College Greetings is published monthly by the students 
of Illinois Woman's College. 

Contributions to its pages are solicited from the students of 
all departments, and from the alumnae. They are due the fif- 
teenth of each month. 

Subscriptions, $1.25 a year, payable in advance. Single 
copies 25c. 

Entered at Jacksonville Post Office as second-class matter. 



(Tontents 

The Road That Runs Over the Hill 98 

Facing the Red Towers 99 

Music Notes 103 

The Smoke Fairies 104 

When a Profesor Is Not a Professor 105 

V. I. A. 107 

Industrial Conference 109 

A Prayer 110 

Short Story and Poem Contest 111 

Gim'me That Check! 112 

Calendar 115 

Dramatic Club 118 

Glee Club 120 

Art Notes 120 



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The Road That Runs Over the Hill. 

Ada M. Clotfelter 

Our hills lie wrapped in a bluish haze, 

Our valley's asleep in the sun, 
For autumn has come with her dreamy days, 

And Indian summer's begun. 
Like stately ships the clouds sail high 

In a wide-arched sea of blue : 
Broad fields below, as the clouds drift by, 

Are quiet and peaceful, too. 
But I look far off and I wonder still 
What becomes of the road that runs over the hill. 

The silver ribbons of little streams 

Go awinding lazily; 
Faint, pink smoke, pungent with dreams, 

Hangs over them hazily. 
Oh, our valley is gorgeous with autumn trees, 

Scarlet, and green and gold, 
And over it all broods tranquil ease, 

Drowsy with peace untold. 
But I look far off, and I wonder still 
What becomes of the road that leads over the hill. 

Over my head a swallow flies 

And a promise of freedom fulfills. 
For it's lost where yonder the unseen lies 

The land just over the hill. 
Oh, the road is wide, and the road is good, 

And it leads to an unknown world : 
The valley may sleep in the sun if it would 

With banner of mist unfurled. 
But I look far off, and wonder still 
What becomes of the road that runs over the hill. 



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Facing the Red Towers 

Helen Jackson 

Jack put down her cup with a clatter. Mrs. Morti- 
mer Briggs was advancing toward her table with her 
usual air of committee meeting importance. 

"Jacqueline," she began bravely, "I have been won- 
dering if you wouldn't help me out at the Charity Ba- 
zaar next Thursday. We're in need of workers, you 
know, and Mrs. Stiltson's son is in the hospital, so that 
keeps her away. Couldn't you help us from two to 
four, hke a dear?" She went on breathlessly. "The 
lacquer jewelry box counter hasn't a soul, and we could 
give you complete charge." 

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Briggs," answered Jack, "but I 
have an important engagement from two to five on 
Thursday. It's a professional appointment that I can't 
possibly break." 

"Still chauffeuring for the Oklahoma oil men, my 
dear?" 

"Yes," replied Jack tersely. 

As Mrs. Briggs left the shop, she said to her com- 
panion, "That's a queer girl ! She never does anything 
that the other girls do." 

"Her sister seems different," sympathized her 
companion. 

"Lacquer boxes under Mrs. Briggs'crowd, Oh,help !" 
thot Jack, as she swallowed the rest of her tea alone. 
And later that day, as she jerked oif her hat and hand- 
ed her mother's package to her, she expressed her old 
opinion of "idiotic bazaars," then ran upstairs quickly. 
"Well, mother dear, she's matched the silk well, 
anyhow, and you can't really blame her this time," 
said the sister. "The bazaar will be lovely, but lacquer 
boxes really wouldn't interest her." 

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Mrs. Agnew smiled, as if to herself. Her attitude 
remained non-committal. 

After luncheon the next day Jack stepped into her 
roadster, a powerful looking little car, mud bespattered 
above the wheels, and whisked out and picked up Cora 
Stever, her best girl friend. "This horrid engine!" 
she sputtered. "It's eternally missing today, maybe 
this will stop it " 

Suddenly she swerved the car to the right. "Oh! 
Why do people insist on cutting in ahead?" she cried. 
"I had the right of way there!" 

That was your neighbor, the Jew, Jack. Is that a 
new chauffeur?" 

"Was that he? Oh, I don't know. But Cora, 
there's my very reason for being a non-conformist. 
He'd upset the faith of — well, of Diogones' arch-enemy. 
He's rich, of course, but a regular miser. Even to the 
road. Now you can see why I don't sell jewelry boxes 
at bazaars!" 

Cora said nothing. She had long since learned that 
Jack would explain in time. Slowly the girl continued, 
"Now he's just proof enough, just he alone, to con- 
vince me that we're absolutely wrong in our whole at- 
titude toward social service. We're crazy, Cora, posi- 
tively crazy. Nothing short of it." 

She turned a corner quickly. "Now whenever I 
hear of someone like Jacob Strauss, who'll give us de- 
cent, substantial cooperation, I'll change my mind. Then 
we wouldn't be doing a lot of minute things just to be 
dipping out the ocean with a tea cup. Whenever I 
hear of him, for instance, actually doing something, 
why then I'll be convinced that human nature is dif- 
ferent, after all, and I'll turn my face even toward the 
red towers of the county hospital every Sunday after- 

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noon. If I change, and turn into a trusting Pollyanna, 
you'll know where to find me." 

A month later, when the leaves had turned in color, 
and lay in great piles about the streets, Cora rang the 
door-bell at Jack's home, and started off with her to- 
ward the ortho-dentist's office. Cora never failed to 
accompany Jack on her visits to the "land of countless 
children," as she called the doctor's office. Children 
of all ages, and even a few girls as old as Jack, came 
weekly to have the appliances tightened. 

"The teeth are straight now. Miss Agnew," stated 
the doctor, "but your work with the retainers will re- 
quire six months more. By the way, did you happen to 
notice that little black eyed chap who left as you came 
in ? He's the newsboy who was struck by the Bekins' 
truck four months ago — had his teeth knocked back 
so far he couldn't enunciate, but you'd never know 
it now." 

"But if he's a newsboy," interrupted Jack, "how 
can he come here? Or is he a charity patient?" 

"Well, you'd be surprised who sent me the check. 
The boy doesn't know. Jacob Strauss. One of his men 
saw the accident and told him of it." 

Jack glanced up quickly, then left the room, half 
frowning, half bewildered. 

"Just a moment !" called the doctor. "Your father 
is calling you. Miss Agnew." 

Jack took the receiver. "Yes? Oh, you're call- 
ing for Dad? I'll tell Cora. The check came today, 
you say? Oh, yes. Where does it come from? Not 
really? No, surely. Well, anyhow, I'll tell her. Good- 
bye." 

"Cora," announced Jack in a strained voice as they 
started toward the elevator, "the money for the solar- 

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ium for your county hospital youngsters came into 
the bank today. Mr. Mosher just phoned for Dad, and 
said to tell you." 

"Oh, how glad they'll be !" laughed Cora."Sunshine 
helps, I'll say. We are to have three at the Methodist 
hospital before I finish my training, and I couldn't see 
why we couldn't provide for the county too. There are 
one hundred and fifty children there." 

"Yes, but— that isn't it." 

"What isn't it?" 

"Jacob Strauss sent the money." 

The next evening Jack returned to her home at 
dusk, just as the lights were coming on, and front 
doors were opening and closing quickly. "The Ameri- 
can's here, my dear," said her mother. "I put it in the 
den. Would you like to look at it before your father 
comes ?" 

She nodded, and started toward the room that she 
herself had planned, years before. "Here's an article 
I'll read for Cora," she called, on "Human Nature thru 
the Eyes of a Nurse." After she had finished she 
proceeded indifferently to glance over the editor's 
note, with the excerpt in italics on the opposite page 
from "Cora's" article. 

"I was a typical down and outer," it read, "with 
nothing in my pocket save a cotton handkerchief and 
a ten cent piece. Twenty-four, and all Denver knew I 
hadn't made good! Why hadn't I stayed in the old 
Vermont village, and been content? I sat there, my 
head in my hands, unmindful of the surging tide of 
humanity about me. It was the closing hour at the car 
shops near by." 

Jack glanced again at the editor's note, and learn- 
ed that the man was now a steel magnate, with heavy 

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interests both in America and in the Near East. She 
read on, "Just then some one laid a hand on my shoul- 
der, and I looked up. A Jew stood bending over me, a 
Jew with a white scar over one eye." 

She stopped quickly. What was that mark on Jacob 
Strauss' forehead? A white scar? And he had once 
lived in Denver ! She read on quickly. 

"You're out of luck, old man," he said in a gruff 
voice. "I was once. Now take this dollar, not to spend, 
but to know I believed your luck would turn before you 
needed a meal." He was gone, and all I had — I have 
that yet — was the invested dollar and the memory of 
that unusual son of Jacob. 

"Somewhere he must be living today, the man who 
invested in me, despised and rejected of men, perhaps, 
but my benefactor, nevertheless." 

The magazine lay abandoned on the table now, as 
Jack stared across the room and out of the darkened 
window. Sunday afternoon rolled around very soon, 
bringing a late dinner and callers for her mother soon 
after. Jack went out the side door, stepped in her car, 
and sped away, alone. As she passed the Strauss home 
she smiled at the stone archway in a friendly fashion, 
then turned the corner, gave the car more gas and 
headed straight for the tall red towers in the distance. 



Music Notes 

Miss Belle Mehus of the faculty gave a recital 
Monday evening, January 10. Miss Mehus is a new ad- 
dition to the faculty this year and is making a reputa- 
tion for herself as a pianist and accompanist. 

The third number of the Artists' Course was given 
January 17 by Louis Kriedler, American baritone. This 
number was considered the most popular one of the 
Course thus far. 

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The Smoke Fairies. 

Hazel Dell. 

Whirling lightly- 
Dancing sprightly 
Over the court they flit. 

Singly here, 
Grouping there, 
Over the dull gray court. 

Filmy and white, 
Soft and light, 
In a dizzily whirling dance, 

Smoke fairies white, 
Why now in flight, 
Do you hide in apparent fear? 

Now over them all, 
Does a shadow fall, 
'Tis the dragon king who comes, 

Onward swiftly, 
Forward terribly. 
Breathing his smoky breath, 

Writhing and twisting, 
Black and grim. 
Backed by his army strong. 

Fly, fairies white, 
Hide safely and tight, 
For the dragon army comes. 

Smoke fairies light. 
So filmy and white. 
Are scattered and hidden away. 

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Dragons grim, 
Horribly black 

Have gone to a far-away land. 
(Suggested by the early morning smoke from I. W. C. 
chimneys.) 



When a Professor is Not a Professor. 

Genevie Blankenship. 

"Of all disgusting things the worst is to have 
mother away for the day when daddy is bringing home 
one of the professors. If he had just waited until to- 
morrow things would have been all right. Oh, well, the 
responsibility falls on me, so here goes. And Jack, 
you naughty collie, stay out or I'll get nothing done." 

With these remarks, Dorothy Phelps, the daughter 
of a noted chemist, vanished into the house to prepare 
for the guest. 

The task was not a hard one, because Mrs. Phelps 
kept everything in perfect order. By ten-thirty, the up- 
stairs was finished, and at one o'clock Dorothy came 
out on the porch, with the rugs over her arm. 

"All done but the kitchen and these rugs, Collie. 
Now come on if you want a romp, and we'll play for a 
half hour." 

So around the garden they romped, and never 
realizing how the time flew, Dorothy and Jack enjoyed 
themselves to the limit. It was after a mad race around 
the garden that Dorothy sprang up to the limb of a low 
branching maple tree, and dared the collie to come up. 

"Now, sir, I dare you to follow me," she called 
down. Whereupon Jack placed two feet on the trunk of 
the tree, and proceeded to bark furiously. 

Perhaps it was the mad barking of the dog that 
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door, to come across the lawn to Dorothy's tree, and 
investigate. 

"Pardon me for intruding, but does Professor 
Phelps live here? I came to see him about some new 
experiments that he has been making." 

"Yes, Mr. Phelps lives here, and he will be home 
about four-thirty. Shall I tell him you called, or — ?" 

"If you don't mind I will just wait, as it is three 
o'clock now." 

"Three o'clock; heavens! and daddy is bringing 
home a friend for dinner." 

Dorothy leaped lightly to the ground. After show- 
ing the young man into her father's den, she fled to the 
kitchen. Securing the carpet beater, she was about to 
attack the rugs when her guest came out to the yard. 

"If you won't consider it intruding, I would like to 
beat the rugs. No doubt this professor you spoke of 
has caused you a lot of work." 

"Well," Dorothy admitted, "it wasn't much work, 
but I played out in the garden with Jack too long. If 
you really want to, you can beat the rugs." 

And after a hasty glance at the man Dorothy said, 
"I'm Professor Phelps' daughter." 

"Miss Phelps, I'm glad to know you. I am Robert 
Boyd, usually known as 'Bob.' " 

Dorothy glanced at Robert's athletic build, and 
his twinkling eyes, and then returned to the kitchen. 
For some time there was no sound save the rattling of 
dishes, and the thud of the beater. 

In a half -hour or so, the young man brought the 
rugs to the door and offered himself for further ser- 
vice. 

"I hadn't ought to let you do anything else, but if 
you'll turn the hose on the front porch and walks, I'll be 
grateful to you all my life." 

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So Dorothy found her task lightened, and her 
work nearly done. Kitchen and walks were finished 
about the same time, and after thanking Mr. Boyd as 
best she could, Dorothy flew upstairs to dress. 

"I suppose this professor person will either be tall 
and lank, or else short, stout, and grey-haired," mused 
the daughter of experience. "Oh well, I can run up to 
my room, or over to Edna's after dinner, and he needn't 
bother me in the least." 

Just at this break in her thoughts, Dorothy heard 
a step on the porch — two kinds of steps — and she knew 
that her father and mother had both come home. She 
sighed, in spite of herself, because it was such a relief 
to have the responsibility lifted from her shoulders. 

Some time later, Dorothy, in a white organdie, 
with eyes shining, and curls pinned up in a lovely man- 
ner, came lightly down the stairs. 

"Oh," she gasped, "Mr. Boyd is still here." 

Indeed, Robert Boyd and Mr. Phelps were chatter- 
ing very sociably when Dorothy entered the room. 

"Dorothy," Mr. Phelps was saying, "I want you to 
meet Mr. Boyd, the youngest Chemistry professor in 
Illinois. You have heard me speak of him for his new 
discoveries, and also, as a very dear friend of mine." 

And then Mr. Phelps wondered why Dorothy blush- 
ed like a rose, and Robert Boyd laughingly said, while 
he struggled with his face," When is a professor not 
a professor?" 



V. I. A. 

Sunday morning at I. W. C. What does it mean ? 
For some it is the sign to go to church, on time, but 
the number is alarmingly small and is rapidly decreas- 
ing. 

To others, it says, "Sleep all morning if you want 
to. Nothing else to do all morning." 

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Sunday morning to others means, after a late ris- 
ing hour, a joyous visit to the cookerei where they fry 
enough bacon, or sausages, and make enough toast to 
feed an army, the consumption of which takes the rest 
of the morning. 

Then there are some who hold Open House all 
morning, gathering into one room all the bright and 
shining lights not included in the above category. 
There is quiet hour defined for Sunday morning, but 
these happy conclaves do much to disrupt the peace 
and quiet of the hour. 

We are sure no I. W. C. girl wants to submit to the 
primitive method of church attendance by compulsion, 
but that will have to come soon if the Sunday morning 
breakfast parties and receptions do not turn into 
church attendance groups. 

How the Elevator Door Feels on Certain Points 

Figurative "slams" have nothing on the literal 
slams that are given me in great number every night 
and day of my life. I am the first thing slammed in 
the morning, when the first early riser goes down to 
breakfast — and that is the beginning of another day 
of cruel treatment. Every day, I look upon the girls 
who enter my barred cell — and I always feel the slams, 
vindictive and otherwise which always follow their 
entrance. 

The other day, as is the usual custom here, a 
Freshman was holding the door open for the upper 
classmen who stalked in like royalty, not even deigning 
to give their servants a glance of acknowledgement or 
a word of thanks. In my anxiety to close before too 
many entered, a Senior slammed me on the poor Fresh- 
man's fingers, who by the way, was left in the cold. 
And the last corridor strollers at night bang me 
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unmercifully any time between eleven and one in the 
morning, the echoes sound up and down thru the quiet 
building, and I am left alone. 

Sometimes, I'm so worn out with being banged and 
slammed that my connections give out and I go on a 
strike. I hate to take such an attitude, but until I am 
treated more carefully such things will have to happen. 



Industrial Conference. 

"How do you do college girls, how do you do, 
Is there anything that we can do for you ? 
We'll do the best we can, stand by you to a man, 
How do you do, college girls, how do you do !" 

Although they had been waiting an hour for our 
Wabash train to get in, the industrial girls of Spring- 
field greeted us with enthusiastic song. We sang back 
to them our Geneva song, 

I am a student at college, 
I've joined the Y. W. C. A.— C. A. 
I know it's the best organization 
There is in the whole U. S. A. — S. A. ! 

That gave us our point of contact — we were col- 
lege girls and all Y. W. C. A. girls. 

First there was a discussion on the relations of em- 
ployer and employee, — the necessity for a fair day's 
work in return for a fair day's pay. This was rather 
technical and we could not take an active part in it. 
Then Mrs. Scott talked to us on "Dress," emphasizing 
our responsibility to ourselves, to our own health and 
the influence we have on the morals of the people 
around us. The two groups of girls were put on com- 
mon ground there, for we all felt guilty about wearing 
georgette waists and rubbers respectively. 

Sunday afternoon we talked over our own prob- 
lem. The Springfield girls met us more than half way. 

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Together we decided that the barrier that does un- 
questionably exist between the college girl and the in- 
dustrial girl is more on the latter's side. The average 
college girl does not feel that she belongs to an aris- 
tocracy, but rather, she feels that she is a working girl 
with the privilege of special training. She has the ad- 
vantage in theoretical knowledge while the industrial 
girl is ahead in practical experience. The barrier 
should not exist- More meetings and talks between the 
two classes of girls will help us to understand each 
other, and the barrier will melt away. 

Can a girl be married and continue working? Can 
a girl successfully hold two positions, one in the home 
and one outside the home ? In trying to do it does she 
increase her strength or cut her efficiency in half? This 
is one of the problems we all shall discuss when the in- 
dustrial girls come to Jacksonville as guests of I. W. C. 

— Constance Hasenstab. 

The other delegates to Springfield were Mary Bis- 
hop, Mildred Keys and Veriel Black. 



A Prayer. 

Helen Eckland. 
When in the fretted valley I lose faith, 
Then Thine own hand upon my spirit drops, 
And through my soul like solemn music sweeps 
The calm that broods upon Thy mountain tops. 
Then as a child who sits with copy-book 
And dares not add a letter of his own, 
May I but copy out in my poor hand 
The law that Moses left upon the stone. 
I do not pray for wisdom Lord, to add 
To what is writ upon the mighty scroll, 
But strengthen me, O God, adown Thy hills 
To bear the ancient tablets with me, whole. 

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Vol. XXIV Jacksonville, 111., February, 1921 No. 5 



Editor-in-chief Vera Wardner 

Associate Editor Cora Cherry 
Assistant Editors Margaret Hamilton, Margaret Fowler 

Art Editor Jennie Lacey 

Business Manager Margaret Watson 

Assistant Managers Velma Bain, Helena Betcher 

Faculty Adviser Miss Bertha Jones 



The Short Story and Poem Contest 

The Greetings' Staff was very much pleased at the 
response of the student body in entering the Short 
Story and Poem Contest. A large number of stories 
and poems were submitted, and it was only after very 
careful deliberation that the Judges reached their de- 
cision. 

We take great pleasure, then, in announcing the 
following : 

Poetry. 

"The Road that Runs Over the Hill" by Ada Clot- 
felter has been awarded the first prize of five dollars. 

"Smoke Fairies" by Hazel Dell, wins the second 
prize, a year's subscription to The Greetings- 

"A Prayer" by Helen Eckland and "No Money in 
the Bank" by Vinita Miller receive honorable mention. 

Stories. 

To Helen Jackson, author of "Facing the Red Tow- 
ers" is awarded the first prize of five dollars. 

"When a Professor is Not a Professor" by Gene- 
vie Blankenship receives seceond honors, a year's sub- 
scription to The Greetings. 

"Wichita" written by Sarita Jones, and "The De- 
parture of the White Swan" by Margaret Burmeister 
deserve honorable mention. 

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"Gim'me That Check!" 

Margaret Fowler. 

This tale is a near tragedy. It would have rivaled 
Hamlet if it hadn't been for the girl in the ten cent 
store, so don't laugh as you read it, but try to imagine 
your deep dismay if you had found yourself the last 
Shifter in school! 

I tripped gaily down to dinner one evening, feel- 
ing on intimate terms with all my school world. But an 
atmosphere of mystery hung about the table. The girl 
at the end, who always starts the conversation by con- 
fidentially telling us the dessert, had a secret fairly 
popping out of her eyes. She turned to the girl be- 
side her, and asked, with a meaning and solemn glance, 
"I suppose you're a Shifter?" 

"0, yes !" responded her neighbor importantly. 

"What kind of a shifter?" I asked. ''Scene-shifter? 
Responsibility shifter?" 

"It's a secret society," I was informed. I attacked 
my potato with avidity and tried to look superiorly 
amused. But I felt cold-shouldered and forlorn. A 
secret society, — not a very select society, either, I de- 
cided, glancing at the complacent young ladies who be- 
longed — and I had not been even approached on the 
subject of membership! 

That evening I was working furiously at my desk, 
(you know those history outlines), when several girls 
burst into the room. My room-mate, who doesn't 
take history, was less occupied, so it was she whom 
they pounced upon. "We want to initiate you !" they 
informed her, and dragged her out into the hall. I 
almost wept. 

Soon she quietly returned. "Well," I asked, at- 
tempting an indifferent voice, "are you shifted ?" 

She looked at me strangely. Her face was hard; 
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her eyes were disillusioned. "I am !" she said bitterly. 
Then, with more enthusiasm, "Wouldn't you like to 



jom 



?' 



"I — why — no, thank you, I don't believe I can, 
now," — heavens, a narrow escape! What horrible sec- 
ret did the organization possess to make the members 
look like that? 

"I think I'll initiate Mary," she announced and 
left. But all the time that I was scratching away on 
Religious England, the question kept tickling my mind, 
"What is a Shifter?" 

Soon my mate came back, humming brightly, 
"That's Where My Money Goes." She announced cheer- 
fully that she had initiated Mary, that the Shifters was 
a most worth while organization, that I should join 
immediately. I declined, but the mystery kept teas- 
ing me as I tried to sleep. 

But by the next morning I had yielded, and was a 
Shifter. Matie was rather ruif led at being waked up at 
11 :30 to give me the vows, sign and pass -word, which 
might have explained the heavy tribute she demanded. 
She shifted on to me the job of making her bed for a 
month, which was out of proportion when one considers 
that she "got stuck" for only a piece of pie. 

I delayed hunting for a victim of my own, because 
I wanted to concoct some wonderful and difficult trib- 
ute, more wonderful even than the table party given for 
Helen and Eva Gertrude, the charter members at I. W. 
C., for they had only candy and lemon, after all. Pro- 
crastination often brings tragedy. We must realize that 
time waits for no one, not even a Shifter. 

It took some time for the horrible fact that I was 
the last Shifter in school to impress itself upon me. I 
grew rather discouraged when person after person 
whom I hopefully approached with the password, "Gim- 

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'me that check!" would reply knowingly, "No thank 
you, old top, I want it myself !" I grew panicky when I 
dashed up to a girl who had gone home before this 
momentous age in our school history, and who had just 
returned, and found that she responded to the password 
as promptly as any. It took some nerve to approach 
the faculty on the subject, but the situation was des- 
perate. To my dismay they laughed at me — even here 
too late ! 

The glorious scheme of demanding a sleigh-ride of 
my initiatee would have to go. If I could only find some- 
one who would look blank when I said, "Gim'me that 
check," I would be so grateful that the tribute demand- 
ed would be small, — a hair net, say. I needed one de- 
sperately. Without one I resemble a moth-eaten fur 
piece, my last one was torn in two places, and my world- 
ly wealth amounted to seven cents and a one cent 
stamp. A victim must be found ! 

Out in the corridor the woman who sweeps was at 
her task. It was a mean thought, but — perhaps . 

In spite of a protesting conscience I approached 
her. "Good morning, er~ah — gim'me that check !" 

She leaned on her broom and laughed. "No thank 
you, old top, I want — " I shrieked and fled. 

On the way down town that taunting refrain of 
children, "Did you ever get left?" rang in my ears. I 
was left, most pathetically so. Instinctively my feet led 
me to the ten cent store, to the hair net counter. In- 
stinctively my hand picked up one marked "medium 
brown." Then I remembered my seven cents and a 
stamp. 

The girl behind the counter stood waiting. She 
was a nice looking girl. I probably had more knowledge 
than she, but she was ten times more useful to society. 
Why should she be denied all college experience be- 

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cause her needs necessitated otherwise? Why should 
she not be a Shifter? 

"Say," I exclaimed affably, "I wonder if you'd like 
to join a society I belong to. It's quite worth while. It 
will cost you a dime, but — " 

It took all my oratorical and rhetorical powers, but 
eventually I walked out of the store with a hair net, 
and the last thing I saw was the amazed clerk, who 
had recovered herself and was saying pleasantly to 
the girl at the candy counter, "Say, don't you want to 
be a Shifter?" 



CALENDAR. 
Great Strike Settled at I. W. C— Danger Past. 

Mrs. Moore — "Utensils, ornaments, necessities 
and so forth, of the Illinois Woman's College — we are 
gathered here to discuss grievances for the last week 
before Christmas vacation. Who wants to start this 
discussion ?" 

Mr. Social R. Carpet — "Mrs. President." 

Mrs. Moore— "Mr. Social R. Carpet." 

Mr. S. R. C— "I wish to state that the last Satur- 
day afternoon before vacation, the poor children of 
Jacksonville were given a party upon my honorable 
back!" 

Mr. Fireplace Tongs — "And I was never more 
embarrassed in my life — for generations back my fami- 
ly has always had charge of the fire, and I was forced 
to hold up the Christmas tree — not for one afternoon, 
but for a whole week !" 

Miss Box de Tin-Cups— "Well, as far as that party 
was concerned, I enjoyed it immensely — I have been 
shut up in that dark little old stair closet ever since the 
Athletic hike and I certainly enjoyed the outing. Fm 
sure I shall never forget the beaming faces and eager 

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little hands reaching for my tin handles or how many- 
lips were smacked over my hot chocolate. I really don't 
feel as if I should complain because I was left unwashed 
until Monday morning — not at all." 

Mr. Christmas Tree — "The Christmas Candle cer- 
emony and this party we are talking about, certainly 
made me glad that I came to I. W. C. for Christmas, 
and I'll never forget the time I had." 

Mrs. Social Room Piano — "Nor I, although I was 
pounded on at first and had popcorn stuck on my sides, 
I joined heartily in the chorus of "Jingle Bells" when 
Santa Claus left. My, but those children were happy!" 

Music Hall Curtain Twins — "We didn't get to at- 
tend that party and we certainly didn't enjoy ourselves 
at the Dramatic Club plays that night. We were just 
hanging around where we could see beautifully, but as 
soon as anything started, we were pulled back until it 
was over. We had very strong desires to be stubborn 
and believe us, we didn't suppress them, either! We 
groaned and creaked and twisted our ropes off the trol- 
ley and everything else we could think of!" 

Mrs. Moore — "Miss Stray Penny, why are you 
looking so down-hearted ?" 

Miss Stray Penny (bursting into tears) — "Oh, for 
the first time for years, I had to miss Sunday School — 
everyone stayed home to finish Christmas presents 
and pack trunks. Nobody had time for picture shows 
so I v/asn't called on for war tax and finally a girl drop- 
ped me out in the hall and I didn't even get to help out 
in the increase on train fare." 

Miss Powder Puff (a maiden of uncertain age) — 
"Well, speaking of getting dropped, the girl who owns 
me, lost me at the Christmas recital. It was so wonder- 
ful she forgot to powder her nose frequently (a thing 
which I detest, for I am old-fashioned in that I have 

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never got used to appearing in public — I am as shy 
about that as my ancestral powder puffs of other days) . 
Some kind soul picked me up and put me here on the 
stair post and today my anxious watch was rewarded — 
I saw my former mistress approaching and my soft old 
heart jumped until I sent up a tiny cloud of powder, 
but, alas ! Instead of greeting me joyfully, she blush- 
ed and with a hard glitter in her eyes, said to the other 
girls — 'Oh, look at somebody's dirty old powder puff/ 
and pulling out a brand new white one with a pink rib- 
bon, dabbed at her face and marched away ! Ah, not so 
was the Prodigal Son treated, but times have changed." 

Old Mr. Physics Class Umbrella — "I may have a 
broken rib or two and a slight nervous habit of shutting 
up suddenly but I certainly got in on some real Christ- 
mas spirit this year, for I had the honor of going carol 
singing. I was so thrilled that I couldn't help shut- 
ting up unexpectedly several times for pure joy. I can't 
complain at all. 

Mr. F. Hall Clock— "I'm telling the world that I 
was surely under one nervous strain those last days — 
I couldn't rest a second for fear I'd make someone miss 
the train. And in spite of my efforts, girls would gaze 
at me with reproachful and miserable eyes and say, 
"Oh, its only eight minutes until my train goes and the 
taxi isn't here yet!" 

Mrs. Telephone— "Yes, and then they would dash 
to me and slam my receiver around until it fairly jarr- 
ed my transmitt^er ! I was certainly glad to get a rest!" 

Mr. Front Door— Yet, weren't we all glad when the 
girls came back! I almost jumped off my hinges when 
the first taxi drove up." 

Miss Dean's Book— "And I rattled a welcome with 
my nice clean pages when the first girl signed up." 

Mr. Bulletin Board— "And I tried to make my an- 
nouncements as conspicuous as possible." 

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Mr. 9 :30 Bell — "And I rang as early as I dared for 
a week!" 

Mrs. 10:00 O'clock Bell— ''And I, as late as I dar- 
ed." 

Mr. Exam Schedule — "I realize that I am not a 
welcome visitor, but I tried mighty hard to be obliging 
and convenient." 

Grandma Social-Room Davenport — "Ah me ! In all 
my days I never was so excited as I was at the Y. W. 
stunt Thursday night. I never dreamed that all those 
wild animals were girls dressed up until the elephant 
went to kneel and his back part stayed up and didn't 
know the front had gone down until it whispered — "get 
down." It was quite a spell after that when I saw the 
giraff' s neck slip to one side and when his head fell off, 
I says to myself — 'I just knew that was an old basket 
covered, all the time !' " 

Mrs. Moore — "I think we've talked long enough 
now. Are you ready for the question ?" 

Mrs. Garbage Can— "Question." 

Mrs. Moore— "How many think that I. W. C. is 
about the best place, considering everything, that could 
be found ? All in favor signify by the usual sign." 

Mr. Tortoise Shell Glasses (above the rest) "Eye." 

Mrs. Moore — "Contrary." 

Miss Elevator— "Aye." 

Baggage Man (who gets trunk checks mixed) — 
"Me!" 

Mrs. Moore— "Well, I guess the danger of a strike 
is over. The meeting will adjourn until next month." 



Dramatic Club 

An awe-stricken group of Freshmen stood before 
a most impressive jingle poster in the front hall. Sure- 
ly there wasn't going to be anything as grand as two 

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plays for ten cents! And just before Christmas too 
when everything costs so much! But there it was, a 
perfectly respectable sign announcing that the Dra- 
matic Club would give two plays for no more nor less 
than ten cents per capita ! 

"And I thought they just had meetings after chap- 
el and discussed things." 

"Say, do you know who's in Dramatic Club ? When 
my sister was here she belonged and from the pictures 
they must have been busy." 

"Well, come down after me tonight. I don't want 
to miss anything." 

That night almost the same group, with a few oth- 
ers, talked it over. 

"Those costumes in "Lima Beans" were adorable. 
They made you forget that they really were two of our 
own girls — and the way that huckster yelled!" 

"I thought I would pass away when poor sweet 
husband tried to make up with sweet wife." 

"Wasn't Dorothy Remley the grandest man ? Poor 
Lou Tellegan !" 

"They were all just fine, and they only practiced 
a few times. I wonder if I have any suppressed de- 
sires ?" 

"I must have ; I've dreamed of nothing but trains 
for a month." 

"Sh— you better go home if you can't keep still. 
Just because Laila is gone you needn't think you're on 
an island!" 

"I'm going, but I dare you all to try out for the 
Dramatic Club, will you?" 

"Sure, that's a go ! The sooner the quicker for me 
and my gal." 

Evidently the dare spread, for the Dramatic Club 
had to raise its possible membership from thirty to 

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forty when they saw the list of girls for the try-out. 
After the flutterings were over and they regained their 
normal blood pressure, it was great sport to watch the 
others and everyone decided that even if she didn't 
make it she had a lot of fun. The judges certainly need 
sympathy. 



The Glee Club. 

The Glee Club is a real, live, college organization 
boasting a membership of some forty strong, and the 
best director that ever was. The Club has gained pop- 
ularity at college sings where it has led with groups of 
clever and original songs. Besides this, it has made 
more formal appearances. November eleventh it as- 
sisted at the community sing at Grace Church. Thanks- 
giving evening several selections were given at the 
party held in the gymnasium. The next appearance was 
made Sunday, December nineteenth at the vesper ser- 
vice when a group of Christmas songs was sung. The 
same night a part of the club sang at the Christian 
Church. Tuesday afternoon January eleventh a short 
program was presented as a part of a recital given in 
compliment to the fire-men who were in Jacksonville 
attending their State convention. 



Miss Knopf was an exhibitor with the Annual Ex- 
hibition of oil paintings by American artists held at 
Philadelphia, (Penn.) Art Club, during part of Decem- 
ber and January. She also has paintings on exhibi- 
tion in the Annual Exhibition of the New York Water 
Color Club now being held in Fine Arts Gallery, New 
York City and with the Chicago Society of Artists' An- 
nual Exhibition held during February, at the Chicago 
Art Institute. Several of her paintings are also in a 
traveling Exhibition of works of Illinois Painters, that 
is making a tour of cities in Illinois. 

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Milady's Mule 




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That Diphtheria Stuff 




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And Even Mars 




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Calendar 




133 


On Our Street 




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Are You a Kindred Soul ' 




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On Getting Married 




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Alumnae Letter 




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The Age of Mother 




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On Eating Spaghetti 




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I. W. C. 

Eleanor Sanford 
Beside the hurried rush of transient feet, 
Serene, from the world's prying eyes obscured. 
We hear the busy hum of youth nurtured 
With care, to make each joyous life complete. 
Here no proud ghost of learning obsolete 
Or proud unbending mein its head shall rear, 
But only such as furnish joy to ear. 
To eye, to soul, to intellect, we seek. 
For as the years pass, bringing in their wake, 
The cares and stress which now our elders bear, 
We shall look back upon this time and make 
Of memory a comrade, free from care. 
What greater thing can youth bring to our hearts 
For though we comb and comb, our hair still parts. 



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Milady's Mule. 

A One-Act Play by Olwen Leach 

The Persons of the Play : 
Marjory Sutton 
Mr. Sutton, her father 
Mrs. Sutton, her mother 
Mr. Trilby, the hotel manager 
Jack Fiddler, Marjory's fiance 
Collie, the dog 
Time — the present. 

Place — A summer resort on Lake Michigan. 
Scene — The hotel garden. 
SCENE— 

In the hotel garden, there is a great deal of shrub- 
bery about. Wicker furniture is arranged in various 
places. It is early evening. Marjory Sutton and her 
mother are sitting reading. Collie is lying asleep on the 
grass. 

Mrs. Sutton — Marjory, it's time to dress for din- 
ner ; you are to meet Jack and Betty here before dinner, 
you know. 

Marjory (yawning) — Ho, hum, I'm sleepy. What 
shall I wear tonight, mother? Jack likes my blue 
dress. 

Mrs. S. — Wear your new green one. The hotel 
people have never seen it, Jack will never notice what 
color it is anyway. Men seldom do. 

Marjory (starting to leave) — Are you coming now, 
mother ? 

Mrs. S. — I want to fiinish this chapter first. Run 
along. I'll be up presently. 

Marjory (pats dog) — By the way, mother, have 
you seen my pink slipper? My bed-room slipper? One 
of them has disappeared. 

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Mrs. S. No, dear, 1 haven't. (Marjory leaves) 
(Mrs. Sutton reads a few moments ; glances at watch ; 
leaves. Dog remains on stage. Jack Fiddler enters. He 
lie carries a newspaper). 

Jack — Well, I seem to be in plenty of time. No 
sign of Betty or Marjory about. But I'm not alone, 
anyway. Hello, old chap. (Pats dog who jumps up 
barking. Jack sits down to read, but is disturbed by 
dog who is poking his head about the shrubbery. Jack 
goes over to dog and finds something in bushes which 
he brings to front of stage.) My word, it's a lady's slip- 
per. (He holds out a pink satin dressing slipper, the 
kind that has a piece across the toe, but in the back has 
only the sole and high heel, with nothing to hold it on 
the foot) I didn't know they wore these in the 
garden. Sis wears them around the house. They make 
an awful clatter. What shall I do with the thing? (He 
hears someone coming; looks at the slipper, puzzled; 
then thrusts it back under the shrubbery. Betty Fiddler 
enters). 

Betty — Hello, Jack. 

Jack— Hello, Betty; my, but you look ripping! 
Nearly as pretty as Marjory. 

Betty (tossing head and laughing)— Nearly as 
pretty ! How you flatter me ! Marjory sent me down 
to stay with you until she comes. I'm going to read 
my letters if you don't mind. 

Jack— Not in the least. I want to look at the pap- 
er myself. (Both sit down and start reading. Jack 
looks up.) Betty, what do you call those slippers that 
don't have anything around the back but the sole and 
the heel? You clatter around in them sometimes. 
Don't you call them mules ? 

Betty (looking up from letters)— Mules! why yes, 
you call them mules sometimes. But what a question 

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to ask. (Goes back to her letters again). 

Jack — You don't wear them in gardens, do you? 

Betty (looking up again) — No, I never heard of 
wearing them in gardens. (Goes back to letters). 

Jack — Well, I found one of them out here. 

Betty (abstractedly) — Yes, I know. (Jack sees she 
is not listening; shrugs his shoulders, and goes back to 
paper. Betty jumps up quickly) I must go and tell 
Marjory about this letter. It has the most startling 
news! (Exits. Dog follows her out.) 

Jack — Humph! Must be startling (Reads for a 
moment. Mrs. Sutton enters. Jack rises). Good even- 
ing, Mrs. Sutton. 

Mrs. S. — Good-evening, Jack. Have you been wait- 
ing long? 

Jack— No, only a short time. 

^rs. S. — Marjory will be down soon. It's so pleas- 
ant here in the garden. (Sits down ; Jack sits down also) 
We've had lovely weather all this week ; has it been hot 
in Chicago? 

Jack — Terribly so, I'm more than glad to get away 
for a while. By the way, Mrs. Sutton, I made rather 
an unusual discovery here in the garden a while ago. 

Mrs. S.— Indeed ! What was it, may I ask ? 

Jack — A mule! 

Mrs. S.— What! A mule! Not a Hve mule? 

Jack — (He has an idea; aside) I'm going to have 
some fun. (To Mrs. S.) Well, I should hardly call it a 
dead one. I think it was rather unusual looking. It 
had pink satin on it, and gold embroidery, and the heel 
was painted pink. 

Mrs. S. — Why, Jack, what can you mean ? A mule 
with pink satin on it and gold heels. (Suddenly) Oh, I 
know ! There is a magician here, and they say that he 
uses a mule in his performances. And it has a pink 

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satin saddle and gilded heels. He must be keeping it 
in the hotel stables. But surely he can't know it is 
roaming around the gardens. Mr. Trilby, the hotel 
manager, would be furious. Was it just wandering 
around when you saw it? 

Jack — No, it was lying peaceably on the ground. 
That dog that was here a moment ago was barking at 
it. (Aside) What a coincidence ! I can have some fun 
out of this if I can carry it through. 

Mrs. S. — Where is it now? 

Jack — Why, I guess it's still back behind the 
shrubbery. 

Mrs. S. — This certainly is strange. Oh, here comes 
Alfred. I must tell him about it. (Enter Mr. Sutton) . 

Jack (Aside) — Let me go out. (To Mr. S.) Good 
evening, Mr. Sutton. Glad to see you. 

Mr. S. — Good-eveinng, Fiddler,good-evening. (They 
shake hands). 

Jack — Pardon me for rushing off, but it just oc- 
curred to me that I have an important letter to mail. 
I'll return in just a little while. 

Mr. and Mrs. S.— Certainly. 

Jack (in leaving; aside) — What an escape! 

Mrs. S. — Oh ! Alfred, Jack just told me the strang- 
est thing. There is a mule in this garden behind the 
shrubbery. It belongs to the magician here, and it has 
escaped from the stable. It's wandering around eating 
the flowers. Mr. Trilby will be furious. It's here 
somewhere. Let's look for it. 

Mr. S. — What nonsense, Amy! 

Mrs. S. — Nonsense nothing! Jack saw it. It was 
lying down when he saw it, but you know it will get up 
and eat the flowers. (Enter Marjory, followed by Col- 
lie) Marjory, the magician's mule is here in the garden. 
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flowers in the garden, and break the statuary. (To Al- 
fred) I think you should tell the manager. 

Mr. S. — Tell the manager nothing! I haven't seen 
the mule yet. 

Mrs. S. — But it must be here ; Jack saw it. 

Marjory — But, mother, how did it get out? 
Mrs. S. — I suppose it broke the rope it was tied with. 

Mrs. S. — If it were here in the garden, I should 
think that dog would be barking. By the way, that ras- 
cal of a dog got upstairs and carried my slipper out in 
the hall just now. Caught him in the nick of time. 

Mrs. S. — (too interested in the mule to think of a 
slipper)— I think Mr. Trilby should be told. I'm going 
to tell him now. (Starts to leave.) 

Mr. S. — Amy ! (Mrs. S. pays no attention ; she goes 
out and Mr. S. follows) 

Marjory (pats Collie) — How funny! I never saw 
mother so wrought up before. (Enter Betty) Oh, Butty, 
the magician's mule is in the garden. Jack saw it. It 
broke it's halter and got out of the stable, and is wand- 
ering around eating the flowers. 

Betty — My goodness! does the manager know it? 

Marjory — Mama and papa have gone to tell him. 
Where is Jack? 

Betty — I left him here in the garden. (Voices are 
heard approaching.) Maybe that's he coming now. (Mr. 
and Mrs. and Mr. Trilby enter) 

Mr. Triby — You say the mule was here in the gard- 
en? Why, the magician never had a mule in my 
stable. It couldn't get in here. Did you see it, madam ? 
(to Mrs. S.) 

Mrs. S.— No, but Mr. Fiddler did. 

Mr. Trilby— (to Mr. S.)— Did you see it, sir? 

Mr. S. (greatly irritated) — No, I didn't see the 
thing. I don't know anything about it. 

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Mr. Trilby — I should like to see this Mr. Fiddler. 

Betty and Marjory — Here he comes now. (Enter 
Jack; he looks in amazement at the excited company) 

Mr. Trilby (to Jack) — Sir, did you see a mule in 
the garden? 

Jack (Laughing) — Why,yes,(he goes to the shrub- 
bery and pulls out the slipper) Here it is. 

All— What ! 

Mr. Trilby— That? 

Marjory — My shpper! How did it get here? 

Mr. S. — I can tell you how it got here. This dog 
carried it down as he did my slipper. (He takes Collie 
by the collar.) 

Mrs. S. and the girls— But the mule ! 

Jack — That's the mule (holding out the slipper) 
You said you called them mules. (To Betty) I tried to 
tell you, but you were too absorbed in your letters 
and—" 

Mrs. S. — And you wanted to play a foolish trick on 
me. I see very well. But you shall pay for it young 
man. You shall take me to dinner. There is the bell 
now. (She takes his arm and they start off the stage; 
the others follow them laughing, except the master of 
the inn. He goes off in the other direction, hiding from 
his guests a very disgusted countenance.) 

Curtain. 



Alumnae Notes. 

Mrs. Edward Pinkston announces the marriage of 
her daughter, Dorothy Julia to Mr. Harlan T. White on 
Thursday, January twentieth at St. Joseph, Missouri. 

Announcement has been received of the marriage 
of Julia Pitkin to Woodford A. Matlock on February 16. 

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That Diptheria Stuif. 

Helen Mason 



If you have the tummy-ache, 

It's Diphtheria! 
If you're weary when you wake, 

It's Diphtheria! 
Is your memory off the track ? 
Is your liver out of whack ? 
Have you pains right down your back ? 

It's Diphtheria! 

Are there spots before your eyes ? 

It's Diphtheria! 
Are you fond of acting wise ? 

It's Diphtheria! 
Do your teeth hurt when you bite ? 
Do you have a fright? 
Do you want to sleep at night ? 

It's Diphtheria! 

Are you thirsty when you eat? 

It's Diphtheria! 
Are you shaky on your feet ? 

It's Diphtheria! 
If you feel a little ill, 
Send right off for Dr. Pill. 
He will say, despite his skill. 

It's Diphtheria! 

He won't wait to diagnose, 

It's Diphtheria! 
Hasn't time to change his clothes, 

It's Diphtheria ! - 
For four weeks he's had no rest, 
Has no time to give a test, 
So he'll class you with the rest, 

You've diphtheria! 



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And Even Mars. 
By Lee Little 

On and on, my airplane flew. Higher and higher I 
mounted until at last I could see no earth at all. I was 
lost in a sea of clouds. Everywhere was a damp, whirl- 
ing mist which seemed to be taking me farther and far- 
ther from all civilization. While I was vainly looking 
through my telescope, searching for some landing place, 
I spied what looked to me as earth. Joyfully, I directed 
my plane to this spot and in about half an hour, I had 
landed in a beautiful poppy field. The air was warm 
and invigorating, and the place made me think of hap- 
piness ; the place seemed as a sort of paradise. 

'Where in the world am I ?" I asked myself. 

As if in answer to my thoughts, a great crowd of 
people surrounded me. They were very large and 
sturdy-looking people, with light hair and blue eyes, and 
faces which shone with laughter and happiness. I think 
if it had not been for their happy-looking faces I should 
have been afraid, for they were large and wore such 
queer-looking garments of all sorts of delicately soften- 
ed reds, blues, greens ; as if a rainbow had fallen in this 
beautiful poppy field, scattering colors all about. 

"Where am I?" I asked of a large man standing 
near me. 

"In the land of Mars, the place of peace and happi- 
ness, the place where there is no labor or want. Where 
are you come from ?" he asked in return. 

"I am from the earth, but if this place is as happy 
and full of plenty as it seems to be, I think I shall stay," 

The people were hospitable, and I was invited to the 
village where everyone lived as one family. Everything 
was done on a large scale. Here the houses were im- 
mense, buildings of white marble which shone in the 
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ever, was that no one seemed in a hurry or had to work. 
An ideal life, I thought. They piloted me about the vil- 
lage and then asked me if I cared to see the college. 

Of course, I wished to see the college, for I imagin- 
ed some new'sort of school where the students were not 
troubled with history outlines, chemistry equations, or 
English themes. We entered the building, but all was 
quiet and an atmosphere of actual work hung over the 
place. My heart began to fail me, and I would have 
rushed back into the light and sunshine, but the man 
pulled me on toward a small room. Here, several girls, 
whom I recognized as former I. W. C. students were on 
the floor, vainly struggling to make an outline for Eng- 
lish history. Alas ! thought I, even in Mars, they have 
outlines. But what was that in the corner? No other 
person but my former roommate still trying to solve 
chemistry equations. We left the room, and the man 
said, "We will now go to the English room." 

"Oh no," said I, "I would much rather go out where 
there is no work to worry about." 

"Come",said he," No matter where you go in college 
circles there will always be work." ' 

I went, and no sooner had I stepped into the room 
than the English professor stood up, and asked in a 
stern voice,"Where is your English theme, that original 
story you were to write ?" 

I felt myself falling and falling. Suddenly, I awoke 
wtih a loud bump and awoke to find that I had fallen 
asleep while trying to write an original story for Eng- 
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Calendar. 

'*0h, Grace! There isn't anyone I would rather 
accidently meet than you. Do come to have luncheon 
with me, so I can tell you what has been happening at 
the college lately. And do tell me what Mary has writ- 
ten you." They tried to talk about other things until 
they were served in an attractive tea-room, but then 
they could hold it back no longer. 

"When the girls got back Christmas they thought 
their vacation was too short, even after it had been ex- 
tended. Do you remember how short our vacations 
used to seem ? They were afraid the freshmen might 
get blue and homesick, so one night soon after they re- 
turned the freshmen all appeared as children of Moth- 
er Goose, and of course had a good party. 

"Yes, I guess they needed some kind of a bracer to 
prepare them for the blow, when the exam schedules 
were posted on the bulletin boards. Oh ! I can sympa- 
thize with them for the next few days of cramming and 
exams. 

"The freshmen seemed to be more excited about 
them than the rest of the girls. At least one of my let- 
ters told about a mighty clever stunt they put on in 
the social room about a week before exams. 

"But did you hear about the barn dance the sopho- 
mores gave the seniors? Their decorations were so 
funny: bales of hay to sit on, horses in their stalls, 
lanterns everywhere. Of course, there were bonnie 
lassies and hard-working farmers galore. 

"And I wish we could have heard their discussion 
the Sunday afternoon when* the Industrial girls from 
Springfield were there. They talked for a long time 
about whether a girl could be a successful homemaker 
if she kept on working after she was married. Some 
of the girls were sure a girl could be successful doing 

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both and that she should not sacrifice her talents ; and 
others were just as sure that "marriage was an insti- 
tution for populating the world, and that a woman's 
place was in the home and community." They didn't 
come to any definite conclusion, but left the question 
for the girls to answer for themselves—later. Anyway, 
the girls all had a good time. 

"Yes, and did you know the trick they played on 
the Springfield girls? While they were packing their 
suit-cases, some I. W. C. girls put wood in them. Just 
as if suit-cases weren't heavy enough for the girls to 
carry anyv/ay! Well, a few days later, the wood was 
returned all beautifully wrapped,with a note which said 
that when they got home they found they had taken 
back with them something that did not belong to them, 
which they were returning. 

"Their week of prayer was the second week in the 
new semester this year. Thursday was the day of 
prayer, but all during the week they had prayer meet- 
ings after dinner, and the fireside prayers later in the 
evening. They all felt about the fireside prayer meet- 
ings as Dr. Harker did : that the only trouble with them 
was that you had to leave at ten. I know the girls must 
have loved them as we did, and will always remember 
them. 

"And if I had gone back to be at I. W. C. for the 
week of prayer I should have stayed over to hear Miss 
McCammon read the "Twelfth Night." Her recital was 
wonderful, the girls all said. 

"On Valentine's day the pledges gave parties. You 
can guess how they would try to make the parties just 
as nice as they possibly could, so the members would 
not be disappointed in their hopefuls. 

"But speaking of disappointments ; You know the 
Marionettes were in Jacksonville, and those who were 

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not "Schickers" could not go, and no amount of wails 
would satisfy as pass-words. When they found out 
they would have to stay away from the movies, even, 
most of the girls took the test. All of the girls were al- 
lowed to go to the last Artists' Series concert, tho, by 
Poppe and Berger, so they felt as if they were not pen- 
ned up altogether. 

— Rachael Davis. 



Miss Powell has been reading at different places in 
the city: at the David Prince School, the Christian 
Church, and at the Domestic Science Round Table. Her 
recital at the college will be given March 17. 



Music Notes, 

There has been an important change made in the 
musical faculty this month. Miss Clara Moore, who for 
several years past has been the successful and greatly 
beloved violin teacher at I. W. C. has resigned from her 
position in order to be married. Her marriage to Mr. 
Burton Nelms of Springfield took place Thursday even- 
ing, February the 17th. They will live in Springfield. 

Miss Beatrice Horsborough, her successor, has al- 
ready won for herself a place of esteem in the hearts 
of her students, and the college deems itself most fort- 
unate in having secured her. As a favorite pupil of 
Leopold Auer, with whom she has studied in many 
Capitols of Europe— St. Petersburg, Brussels, Christ- 
iana — she brings to us, aside from her musical abilities, 
a wealth of interesting experiences, of travel and study, 
alike. 

Miss Horsborough gives her recital March 3. 

March holds much in store for us, for Miss Miller 
also gives her recital that month, on the evening of the 
fourteenth. 

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Vol. XXIV Jacksonville, 111., March, 1921 No. 6 




EOIXORJ/AL^ 



Editor-in-chief 


Associate Editors 


Helen Jackson 


Kathryn Randall 


Eleanor Sanford 


Katharine Watson 



Editorial. 

The Freshman class is very glad to send forth unto 
the college world this edition of the Greetings, for it 
has f eit,in being the sole contributor to the March issue, 
an opportunity to prove its interest in the life of 
I. W. C. 

The material was selected from work prepared for 
English I, the regular assignments being fulfilled with 
the Freshman publication in mind. For variety, a one- 
act play, a story, a sonnet, and a number of familiar 
essays were selected. 

The class aim was to depicit graphically and pleas- 
urably the life of the shool, and to embody the spirit 
of the dear old college in a tangible, permanent form. 

We have done our best to attain that aim and we 
say in a straight-from the-shoulder, American fashion, 
"We hope you like our work." 

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On Our Street. 

Margaret Burmeister 

"On our street", it is a common phrase, but the 
world is only a matter of so many streets, so why not 
see life there as well as in some one else's street? The 
young tragedies, the real comedies, the farces — we find 
them all there. So you see, it happened on our street. 

To begin with, I'll have to tell you about "our 
street" so the proper setting is made clear. It is truly 
not a street, but a hill, lined with homes, most of them 
white and shaded with hardy oaks, and here and there 
an ash or a box-elder. It is dusty about four days out 
of%the week and most beautifully sprinkled or rain- 
washed the other three. It is the lady who lives in the 
white house with green blinds midway of the block 
which the story concerns. 

She was very ill last winter, and the doctors gave 
up all hope of her recovery ; but she is well now, if not 
as strong as she was once. She is handsome, dark- 
haired, dark-eyed, with clear cut features and a mouth 
given to smiling. Her name is — Mrs. Wilson. Common, 
very, but it was her husband who was common, for you 
see he did the very plebian thing of shirking his duty, 
of going off never to be heard of again, and leaving her 
with two children to support. 

He was the rather negligent editor of our most 
promising weekly paper and before he had finished with 
the paper and furnished the beginning of my story, he 
had become known as the husband of Mrs. Wilson. No 
one ever knew exactly why he left, but it was whispered 
that the hired girl — the maid, to those who do not re- 
cognize the other term, went with him. But let that be 
as it was, he is now off the scene of action~"our street." 

We see in the Wilson household a new regime, that 
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quarter before eight stepping along the side walk, up 
the hill to the "Gazzette" Office. The improvement in 
the paper was stupendous. The editorials were quot- 
ed, even by the city papers, and in such a town where 
every one knows everything about everyone else, from 
banking news to the new baby we heard that the paper 
was paying, not enormously, but slowly paying. 

But here we find other complications. The "boys" 
were back from the border but not mustered out, and 
with them came their idol and friend, our one time high 
school principal — Mr. Alder. He was the kind of man 
whom men always admire and with whom women are 
continually thinking themselves in love. He had made 
all preparations for entering the foreign field as a mis- 
sionary when the call for his company came, and though 
he could easily have resigned, it was his company — 
Company L which he had made what it was, and his 
high school boys comprised the larger part of it. And 
he went ; but was novv^ home. Everybody knows that it 
was not many weeks before the National guard were 
again mustered into service, and our Company L re- 
sponded. Mr. Alder stayed by, and during those weeks 
of mobilization Mr. Alder and Mrs. Wilson were seen in 
long talks together, in long walks together. 

"Do you really suppose — ?" asked women over 
their tea-cups. 

"Do you think — ? inquired young girls as they 
swept the walks beneath the drowsy box-elders. But 
conjecture is only conjecture, after all. 

A year before, the paper of the nearby city anno- 
unced that Mrs. Besse Wilson had won the case of di- 
vorce from Mr. I. W. Wilson. The field was clear — would 
he marry her before he went to war ? 

Nothing happened, that he knew. Perhaps,however 
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cret in their ever-embracing arms. 

It was two years later, and Mr. Alder was back oc- 
cupying again the deep wicker chair on the Wilson 
front porch. He was there for the world to see, and oh, 
Mrs. Wilson ! She had grown surprisingly pretty ; her 
beauty had deepened, and she was young and happy 
again. He was there one day, and at the end of the 
week he was gone. The ofRce boy noticed, as he rolled 
back her desk cover, that Mrs. Wilson did not sing. Two 
months passed; then the announcement in her own 
paper. 

"A telegram was received this morning that Mr. 
Alder, well-known in this vicinity, committed suicide 
by shooting himself. The occurance took place near 
his home in Carrol, Iowa." 

What had happened? It is something which no 
one knew except God and the man who had gone. It 
is simply an unsolved mystery of "our street." 

Are You A Kindred Soul? 

Marilda Wright 
"Oh ! It's nice to get up in the morning, 
But it's nicer to lie in bed." 

Are you one of those early birds that arise in the 
wee sma' hours before seven ? Well, if you are, then we 
have nothing in common. But those who have experi- 
enced that awful feeling which comes in the morning 
know and understand each other. I wake up and find 
that I have only a few minutes in which to get to class, 
yet I invariably turn over and fall into a doze again. 
My room-mate shrieks in a commanding tone; I try 
once more to think about getting up. Next I consult my 
watch. This time I am alarmed when I think of the 
little time that is left. I spring to my feet, get into 
my clothes "quam celeriter," thinking all the time how 
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hair and slippers. One consoling thought presents it- 
self ; to-morrow morning I can sleep as long as I wish ; 
but then there is all day between. Well, I finally come 
to the conclusion that I will finish sleep after class. 
During the earlier part of the morning, time flies on 
wings, but when I get to class it drags and I can hardly 
wait until the luncheon bell. At twelve-thirty, I am 
wide awake. 

Next morning I can sleep as long as I want to. Oh, 
what a grand and glorious feeling ! The worst of it all 
is that next morning I wake up at exactly six-thirty. 
I have no desire to sleep. I stay in bed as long as I can, 
but finally get up at the same hour as I did the morning 
before. The bane of my existence is an eight o'clock 
class. 

"Oh, how I hate to get up in the morning. 

Oh, how I'd rather remain in bed, 

For the very hardest thing 

Is to hear that cow-bell ring 

'You've got to get up, 

'You've got to get up. 

You've got to get up this morning.' " 



Art Notes. 

Thru the kindness of Mr. Wackerle, the students 
them valuable for study, and they showed, as well, a 
in the Commercial Art Classes had the privilege of see- 
ing some excellent original drawings for advertising 
purposes made by Mr. James McCracken of Chicago. 
Aside from their commercial value they were an object 
lesson in technical problems and methods that made 
them valuable for study, and they showed, as well, a 
very artistic point of view and conception. It was a 
real pleasure and profit to study them, and the class 
was very appreciative. 

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On Getting Married. 

Grace Terhune. 

Have you ever been to weddings? They are a 
great deal of fun, don't you think? Since my father 
is a minister I witness a great number of them. Some 
make me want to laugh ; some make me want to cry. I 
enjoy the comical ones most heartily. 

At one wedding, the mother of the bride did every- 
thing except perform the ceremony. When the bridal 
couple came to the door, it was she who inquired if it 
would be satisfactory for her daughter to be married 
at that particular hour. The things this lady said and 
did during the time the bridal party stayed, would make 
a very interesting story in itself. After the ceremony 
the redoubtable mother-in-law took her newly acquired 
son to one side and told him how much to pay the min- 
ister. The poor fellow was ominously henpecked at his 
own wedding. 

I remember at another wedding, the bridegroom 
was obviously arrayed in a new suit. The price tag and 
number were still on the belt. My chair was near the 
wedding arch, and I could see how much he paid for 
it. He must have bought it on sale, for it was marked 
down. 

You know one is not to wear gloves while being 
married. Don't ever try it. Well, once a bridegroom 
had on a new pair of kid gloves. I know they must have 
cost him great effort to get them on, for they fit very 
tightly, yet he wore them heroically. He presented a 
very spectacular picture, indeed, sitting there in the 
room with those black kid gloves on. When he and his 
bride were ready for the ceremony, he kept them on. 
Father had to tell him to remove them. I at once under- 
stood why he intended to leave them on; they were 
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A minister does not have any fixed price for wed- 
dings. After one of father's weddings, the groom be- 
gan to inquire how much he owed him. Father told him 
to pay what he thought best. The fellow gave him some 
loose change and disappeared with his bride. What do 
you supose the amount was ? One dollar and seventy- 
three cents. We decided to put up a sign to this effect : 
"Weddings today — cheap." 

You have noticed, I presume, that most all these 
incidents have been told at the expense of the men. 
Therefore, girls, give your fiance instructions before 
you are married. That is what I intend to do with mine ! 



An Out -of -Date Summer. 

Were you ever suddenly transplanted from your 
ordinary life of this every-day-world into the period of 
long ago? I know you have been, figuratively speak- 
ing, for this is a change which we all experience 
through our reading, by means of the stage, and of 
course, through the instrumentality of the movies. But 
this past summer, I was actually living in a period of a 
hundred and fifty years ago. Now I hear you ask, how 
anyone, especially an I. W. C. graduate of the class of 
1919, become so extremely out of date ! I shall tell you 
exactly how it was done. 

A group of girls from all over the country, repre- 
sentatives of Vassar, Wisconsin State, Ohio State, 
Woman's College, Baltimore, and Northwestern were 
taken into the mountains of southeastern Tennessee 
where they were to work under the direction of the 
Board of Home Missions and Church Extension of the 
Methodist Church. 

Before we "hit the trail" we were informed that 
the comforts of life would be few and far between. Had 

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we not known it before going into the mountains, we 
would have become convinced of this fact in no great 
period of time. Log houses with no windows constitute 
the chief form of architecture. Some houses are of 
frame and have an occasional window, and in one or 
two we actually found screens ! The house assigned to 
my fellow worker and myself was slightly above the 
average, for there were enough rooms so that we had 
one all to ourselves. You see, the approved mountain 
fashion is to have as few rooms as possible and as many 
beds as necessary, so when the final count is taken, the 
entire family of ten or twelve, together with whatever 
guests they may have,are all tucked into the same room 
for the night. We spent the night away from our 
headquarters once — but only once. Eight people in a 
small room which had three beds was not our idea of 
comfort or sanitation. We bribed the family to let us 
sleep with the door open and so survived to tell the 
story. 

I shall never forget the look of astonishment on the 
faces of the children in this family when we "teachers" 
put on our nighties and laid our day time clothing on a 
chair. You see night clothes and top sheets are alike 
unknown quantities in these mountains. 

We cannot expect to find these people making pro- 
gress unless we take progress to them. They are isolat- 
ed by the barriers of nature until they form a pecuHar 
group of people untouched by the world of aflfairs be- 
yond the mountains. Our work was to prepare the 
way for a high school with dormitories and for a hospi- 
tal which is as badly needed as is the school. The 
church is endeavoring to help bring the Kingdom of 
Heaven through such measures as these. I am glad to 
have had a part in it. Wouldn't you be glad too ? 

— Myra A. Kirkpatrick, '19. 
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Age of Mother. 

By Mildred Young 

As I dream old recollections 

Fondly come again to me, 
Of mother and our frolics 

With her heart at only three. 

Then in school my childish lessons 

In my mind I could not fix ; 
But mother gently smoothed the way 

With her heart the age of six. 

On through the grades and high school 
I was really quite wise, it seemed, 

But in work or play, I needed mother 
With her heart at seventeen. 

Youth's call with all her girlish dreams 

That never came quite true 
Were solved by understanding mother, 

With her heart of twenty-two. 

On, on through life's hard lessons 
As each year we turn the page ; 

The world has only one mother 
With a heart that's just your age. 



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On Eating Spaghetti 

Lura Anderson 

Have you ever eaten spaghetti when your dining- 
room was filled with guests who had already acquired 
the art? If not, there is something awaiting you in 
the form of a genuine thrill. I mean that nervous 
prostration that almost overcomes you when you mas- 
terfully pierce your fork into the dilapidated mass of 
slippery strings. At the first attempt you succeed 
in getting one bite to your mouth in a most graceful 
manner. You assure yourself that it will all come out 
right in the end. Then you slowly start toward the 
opening of the esophagus with a loaded fork. Suddenly, 
your hand makes an unfortunate turn, and each piece 
of that fractious spaghetti slips from the fork. Back, 
back it travels, post haste to its original position on the 
plate. It seems to say, "Devour me if you like, but 
catch me if you can." 

Presently you call to mind that memorable motto 

of your childhood, "If at first you don't succeed !" 

With renewed courage, you give your hand a chance to 
redeem itself ; but all in vain. You look around and see 
your friends eating their spaghetti with absolute ease 
and enjoyment. How they manage to do it is a mystery 
and an art which only a professional partaker could 
have acquired. The panic-stricken feeling abates just 
long enough for you to get a mental picture of Charlie 
Chaplin enjoying a delightful meal composed of this 
same kind of "crawly" food ; how the dexterous Char- 
lie busily employed two forks for the management of 
the spaghetti, and with what success he met in ac- 
complishing this feat. With this example of heroic 
success urging you on, you acquire your "second-wind," 
you will surely be ready for the next course as soon as 
your f rinds. He is a great man who can manage spa- 
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The College Greetings is published monthly by the students 
of Illinois Woman's College. 

Contributions to its pages are solicited from the students of 
all departments, and from the alumnae. They are due the fif- 
teenth of each month. 

Subscriptions, $1.25 a year, payable in advance. Single 
copies 25c. 

Entered at Jacksonville Post Office as second-class matter. 



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V. I. A. 


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Pat's Pat for A' That 


147 


Here's to the Crutches ! 


149 


Water Fairies 


150 


Miss Beatrice Horsbrugh 


151 


Gym Exhibition 


152 


Feeding the Fighters 


152 


Miss Merling 


153 


The Ball 


154 


Editorial 


155 


Mesa de Espanol 


157 


Concerning Music 


158 


A Letter from "Sip" ! 


159 


Societies 


161 


A Mystery 


164 


Friend Al, — 


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V. I. A. 

"To be, or not to be, 
That is the question." 

Can Societies disband? 

Will it be best for I. W. C. ? 

Have they a right to disfranchise their old girls 
who are still loyal? 

Does I. W. C. want her daughters to visit her? 

Will they come back when their Societies are dead 
and buried, and there are no sisters here? 

Will they like to come back to find the dear old 
Hall a laboratory? 

Will the non-society girl be happier to know that 
Societies disbanded rather than let her in? 

Can Societies boast of their present sisterliness ? 

Would the admission of a few more ruin all sister- 
ly feeling? 

It it right to bar a campussed girl from eligibility 
to Society? 

Who wants summer mail order rushing? 

Shall Societies democratically expand or be auto- 
cratically expanded? 

Are Society girls selfish aristocrats or daughters 
of I. W. C? 

The Society vote at present stands : Lambda Alpha 
Mu for expansion; Phi Nu and Belles Lettres not to 
disband. Theta Sigma has not voted definitely, but the 
sentiment is not to disband. 



The English Department announces two prizes, one 
for the Freshman, and one for the Sophomore, Junior 
or Senior, submitting the three best pieces of work 
written during 1920-21. For details see the bulletin 
boards. This is worth your time ! 



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Pat's Pat for A' That 

Martha, one of the members of room 921, in fact 
the housekeeper of that home, was reluctantly picking 
up Patricia's belongings, — a stocking from behind the 
radiator, some collars and cuffs from the dresser and 
a cake of soap from the trunk. The soap unfortunately- 
called to her mind the fact that she had bought all the 
soap for the "firm" that year. Feeling rather sorry 
for her martyred self, Martha paused a moment before 
the picture of Pat's "man" and addressed a few words 
of advice to him. 

"Yes, I agree, Pat is the dearest girl I know, but 
before you decide to catch step with the married men 
let me suggest that you secure a smiling Bridget with 
a feather duster to aid you in quest of perpetual hap- 
piness." 

"Oh, Mart! I'm so discouraged." The entrance of 
the owner of the picture put an end to the stolen con- 
versation. "I only got C minus in the last Harmony 
quiz and C in English. Now if I were systematic like 
you are in my studying I would'nt need to have such re- 
morse. How do you capture such marvelous grades, 
anyway ?" 

"Pat, you must remember about Louise's iron," 
announced Mart in her firm, motherly tones, purposely 
neglecting to answer the plaintive call for sympathy. 
"Louise was in here a minute ago for her iron that you 
borrowed last week and she didn't seem to understand 
that unless things are in plain sight we sometimes for- 
get that they are around. I believe a Junior sandwich 
would make a good atonement." 

That night Pat, still disturbed about her apparent 
failure to shine scholastically, was gazing out at the 
moon from her bed. "Mart, I'd like to be somebody 
else for a While, because I feel so disgusted with me. 

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I'm so tired of thinking my own particular thoughts 
and hearing that same old voice that I've had from 
childhood express those hum-drum ideas !" 

"Yes, I feel so blue sometimes that I am quite out 
of harmony with the surroundings," answered Mart, 
for moonbeams had begun to play in her brain, one of 
which had suggested a decided reformation movement 
for room 921. "Pat, let's change all our ideas! You 
be me and I'll be you for a week." The astonishing idea, 
though many centuries old, was young again with the 
girls. 

As a result of much planning the next week start- 
ed out very well with Pat cleaning the room and Mart 
going to the movies. Mart, according to the accustomed 
manner of her partner, studied little and hung up 
clothes less. Tuesday the corridor elected Pat as proc- 
tor and she daily gained in student conscience. Wed- 
nesday, after returning from a splendid walk, Mart 
carelessly arranged her clothes upon the beds and went 
down to dinner, Pat, coming up some time later, re- 
marked to the congenial picture that her room-mate 
could adapt herself to her environment with exception- 
al ease, — but she stowed away the offending garments. 

Friday, however, gave as one of its unusual sur- 
prises to Mart a zoology test flunk, but she laughed it 
off as a matter of course. That afternoon, following 
Pat's usual plan, she forgot her hat and gloves as well 
as the time when going to town, so that with meeting 
the Dean on the square, and being too late for dinner, 
life was going rather hard. While she was gloomily 
munching away on a cracker, someone knocked. In an- 
swer to her vehement yell of "come," her Aunt Martha 
entered, the one for whom they always cleaned house 
at home if they knew that she was even thinking of 
paying them a visit! Some time later in the flurry of 

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unpacking her suit case, Aunt Martha lost her glasses. 
Being a systematic person she immediately began a 
diligent search. Behind the trunk she discovered Mart's 
recently missing tennis shoes, a precious English His- 
tory, a comb, a few notebooks, and several other in- 
criminating articles, much to the chagrin of all con- 
cerned. Alas, things had certainly been stowed away 
according to dear old Pat's ideas of keeping the room 
in order. That night a reform-cured Martha said to 
the wise old moon, "Pat's Pat for a' that an a' that !" 

— Marian Humphreys. 



Here's to the Crutches! 

The infirmary crutches we hail as a treasure, 

For often doth Fate present them to view. 

first it was Lindley, and then 'twas Little, 

Dyarmon and Harris^ McCalman and Ward. 

Impassioned for learning, naught denied 'em the yearning; 

With bruises and sprains they descended to class. 

Through years of grand service these noble old crutches 

Have ever befriended some studious lass. 

So here's to the crutches, the infirmary crutches, 

Those traditional crutches that bore me to class. 

— Ethel M. Jones. 



News From France. 

Dr. Harker recently received a letter from Miss 
Martha Poinsin, a student here during the year 1918-19 
who is now at her home at Mirepoix, Ariege, France. 
On leaving I. W. C. Miss Poinsin went to Anderson, 
Ind. to teach, but was unable to finish the year there 
because of ill health. At present she is planning to en- 
ter the University of Toulouse. 

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Water Fairies 

On hearing of a Freshman's Mishap. 

'Twas early in the balmy spring 
When all the trees were leaving ; 
'Twas time for fun and frolics gay — 
"Clear-out-of-style" was grieving. 

Now from a third floor window came 
The sound of joyous mirth, 
And broke (that early hour of morn) 
The stillness o'er the earth. 

The silvery moon shone down so bright 
And thru the window looked ; 
He smiled upon the girls, nor guessed 
What trouble he had booked. 

Then from this third floor window leaned 
A maiden sweet and shy : — 
"Oh girls ! I see the man in the moon 
'Way up there in the sky." 

And in their haste to see said man 
Before they needs must go, 
They spilled a glass of water — 
Splash ! ! upon the roof below. 

Just off the roof, a window; 
Just inside the window slept 
One of high position, 
Whose peace is always kept. 

The water fairies splashed right in 
And woke him from his sleep ! 
Out the window came his head, 
And then his voice so deep: — 

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"rm sorry, dear young ladies, 
This a wrong significance hath. 
For tho' I am quite foxy, yet 
I'm not the Beau of Bath." 



— Jo Rink. 



Miss Beatrice Horsbrugh. 

When I ventured to ask our new violin teacher to 
tell me "the story of her life", she gasped and said, 
"What in the world do you want to know for ?" 

After I had convinced her that my intentions were 
honorable she began to talk to her mother, and to her 
friend. Miss Sapio, and from their discussion I gather- 
ed the following choice facts. 

She was bom in England and was educated in con- 
vents in England and Belgium. 

Of all the fourteen countries to which she ha3 been, 
she is fondest of Russia. In her own words : "There the 
nights are turned into days, there are only about two 
hours of daylight. One rises about ten in the morning 
and plays all night. It's more fun !" 

She likes Russia best for its educational system, 
the opera, and the wonderful and impressive music of 
its churches. 

Her life has not been devoid of the will and daring. 
At the age of eleven she was arrested for picking a wild- 
flower along the highway in Germany. As it was her 
first offense, no drastic measures were taken. 

She is a very friendly personage whose chief hob- 
by is — Cats ! and whose chief ambition, at present, is 
to go to Italy. She is very enthusiastic over Jacksonville 
in general and I. W. C. in particular. She wants us to 
like her for herself and not for her ability alone. 

— -Suzanne Rinehart. 

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Gym Exhibition. 

The annual gymnasium exhibition, held this year 
on March 21, was a credit to Miss Lambert and her 
assistants. The athletic awards made were as follows: 
the tennis cup, won for three successive years, to 
Veriel Black; hiking shoes to Janette Wallace, leader 
of the winning hike club ; honorable mention to Gene- 
vieve Coates' hike club; a hockey stick as emblem of 
the hockey championship to the Sophomore team, 
Leona Switzer, captain; numerals to Margaret Hamil- 
ton. Twenty-six arm bands were awarded. In the game 
following the exhibition the Sophs won the season's 
championship by defeating the Juniors. The seasons's 
basket ball score stands: 

March 11 — Juniors 40. Freshmen 35. 

March 15— Sophs 40, Freshmen 33. 

March 21— Sophs 38, Juniors 13. 

Miss Stanwood was here for the exhibition, and 
refereed the game. 



Feeding the Fighters 

Have you ever noticed the athletic tables we have 
now? Oh, no, Mr. McMurry didn't give them to us, — 
in fact they've been there some time; all they needed 
was a little bit of basket ball paint to make them differ- 
ent. Someone suggested that they ought to be painted 
black and blue if they were to be truly representative 
but since they have stiff legs we thought they would 
do. The only thing we can worry over now is, why 
didn't we do it before ? 

Those tables are the only ones where the proper 
understanding of basket ball is given out. Think of 
the many years that girls inspired with love for basket 
ball have been forced to pour their infatuated thoughts 

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upon a table of foreigners to the sport! Good, 
honest worshippers of the game have been forced into 
associations with heathens as concerns the gentle art 
of getting the ball in the basket, and how they have 
chortled over the thought of the worshippers going 
cake-less to bed, and how they have grinned their 
fiendish grins when we have told of our early risings 
and our enforced studying at irregular hours ! Thanks 
to Miss Austin, the jolly bunch of kindred spirits can 
now converse in their own dialect, enforce their own 
rules, and argue over their own practices. 

— Marguerite Wills. 

Lives of basket bail girls remind us 

We can trip and snatch and slug 

And departing leave behind us 

Black eyes on another's mug. — Exchange. 



Miss Merling. 

I had not remained long in room 100 before my tre- 
pidation about interviewing faculty members disap- 
peared and I discovered that they are after all, "Just 
Folks." 

Miss Merling, our new chemistry teacher, graduat- 
ed from the University of Washington in 1916. In 1917 
she received her M. S. from the same school. In 1920 
she received her Ph. D. from the University of Illinois. 
After leaving the U. of I. she went to Akron, Ohio, 
where she was employed as a research chemist in the 
Goodrich Rubber Co. She left this position in January 
and came to I. W. C. 

That was all! Although I pumped and pumped, 
further information would not come. Perhaps we 
have a mysterious being in our midst. We think she 
wants to keep us guessing, but — will she succeed? 

— Ruth Nelson 

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Three Forks, Arkansas, 
March 8, 1921. 
Dere Editer: 

I am sending yew sum poetry which I hev writ 
in kuplets. I hev studied my korespondense coarse 
verie kerf ul, end I hev put all of my larnin in this pome. 
I hope it will excape the waist paper baskit. 

With luv, 

Arabella Tompkins. 
P. S. That name is my nom de plumb. My real 
one is Leona Switzer. 



The Ball 

Listen^ my children, and you shall hear, 
Of Fezziwig's ball with its Easter cheer, 
Held in the Knights of Pythias hall, 
In the year when Constantinople did fall. 

Cleopatra escorted by Mr. Shakespeare, 
Fondly called him her "Billie dear." 
And Burns and Fairbanks over Pavlowa did wrangle. 
These three composed the eternal triangle. 

Next in line was good Queen Bess, 

When Paul Revere awkwardly stepped on her dress. 

Immediately she on a tangent went, 

Till Joan of Arc said she'd sew up the rent. 

Then in the midst of the noise and din 
Young Lockinvar with a lantern rushed in. 
Crying, "This old world is in a state of unrest. 
Now all get in line and we'll take the Schick test!" 

So Dr. Andy and Misssus Min 

Stabbed the needle into the skin, 

And with the help of Snookums and Fritz, 

Collected the dollars and called it quits! 

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Vol. XXIV Jacksonville, 111., April, 1921 No. 7 

Editor-in-chief Vera Wardner 

Associate Editor Cora Cherry 

Assistant Editors Margaret Hamilton, Margaret Fowler 

Art Editor Jennie Lacey 

Business Manager Margaret Watson 

Assistant Managers Velma Bain, Helena Betcher 

Faculty Adviser Miss Bertha Jones 



Sophomore Staff 

Editor-in-chief Margaret Fowler 

Associate Editors— Genevieve Coates, Hazel Logan, 

Ruth Nelson, Florence Weber. 

Sophomore Class Officers 

President Helen Kent 

Vice-president Janette Wallace 

Secretary Alma Blodget 

Treasurer Doris Hamilton 

Yell Leader Lucille Kirby 

Class Adviser Miss Lambert 



The Great American Game. 

Saturday night in the U. S. A! Milhons of feet 
are toddling and tripping and being stepped on; mil- 
lions of bodies are moving to the rhythm of a thousand 
tunes. On with the dance! Tantalizing tunes, — mus- 
cle-twitching tunes; in answer to their sensuous ap- 
peal the millions of bodies twist and wriggle and glide 
when, as a modern satiric poet has decribed it — 

" the tom-tom bangs. 

And the shimmie begins." 

This is the extreme of the modern dance. And 
thru its contortions an unprejudiced observer sees, 
not the desire for physical contact that is so often the 
by-stander's interpretation of the great American 

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game, but hunger for the beauty of rhythm,the ancient 
beauty of the rhythmic response of the human body 
to emotional music, diseased and twisted into this un- 
couth and angular jerking to tom-tom tunes. We need 
and hunger for the freedom and grace and abandon of 
that world-old means of emotional expression, the 
dance. But we are like those who satisfy their desire 
for art with the Sunday paper comic supplement. Ours 
is a base, not a beautiful, sensuality. For sensuality is a 
natural and primitive thing; it can be made bestial, or 
it may be divine. 

Can dancing be made beautiful and kept from the 
bestial ? There is no doubt about the art in general, but 
what about the social dancing in public halls, at parties, 
at the Illinois Woman's College? 

Censorship will not accomplish this, for censorship 
only rouses a feeling of daring and revolt that encour- 
ages an attempt to see how much we can get away with. 
Perhaps the real trouble is that we don't know how to 
dance any other way. 

In this case, dancers, real artists with training, 
sympathy, and such a sense of humor that they will 
not hope to make us Pavlowas or Pavleys, should evolve 
a form of the social dance that will allow modifications 
by the fads that must come and go, that will be truly 
aesthetic, that will substitute sweeping grace for 
jerky angles and supple bending for twisting and trots. 
And even then there will be some who will fail to see 
its possibilities of beauty, some who will make it lewd. 
And so it is with some surprise and a great deal of 
humility that I find my argument boiled down to the 
old, old truth that the nobility or baseness with which 
we partake in any experience is really a matter of indi- 
vidual cleanness, after all. 

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Mesa de Espanol 

"Buenas dias, Senoritas. i Como estan ustedes este 
tarde ?" And in scared, small voices come nine answers : 
"Muy bien, gracias Senorita." 

No one ever admits of feeling otherwise for the 
the construction is too complicated. With scraping of 
chairs the group at the table is seated, sometimes be- 
fore the last echoes of Senorita Rectora Austin's voice 
are heard in that uttermost corner of the dining room 
to which the young aspirants to linguistic fame have 
been destined. This position is fortunate, considering 
the ears and general comfort of the remainder of the 
room, who are assembled there merely to satisfy car- 
nal desires and not to receive the inestimable advan- 
tages of education accorded to those of la intermedi- 
ate clase de espanol. 

"Tengo hambre, mucho hambre," resounds from all 
sides, as hunger is a universal feeling — and easily 
phrased. Such a declaration is always met by a sym- 
pathetic "pobrecitas" and promise of immediate relief 
by the hostess. 

The maid, infused with an overwhelming desire 
to comprehend the conversation, is finding an excel- 
lent opportunity to complete her high school knowledge 
of the subject. Great was the discomfiture of one of 
the Senoritas when, after she had made a criticism of 
said maid, the latter announced that she understood 
"some Spanish." Exit the Senorita. 

Frantically "Willie" nudges Hildreth in the ribs. 
"Gimme that bread! I can't remember the word for 
'pass,' " she pleades in an agonized undertone, only to 
receive a gentle rebuke, "No es eh espanol, Senorita. Es 
terrible." Willie, making a futile attempt to exonerate 
herself, begs, "Excusame, Senorita," and ineffectually 

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tries to manufacture the necessary words for the ob- 
taining of el bread, succeeding quite well in spite of her 
fears. 

"? Donde es Senorita Holnback este tarde?" In- 
effectual attempts are made to explain that the Senori- 
ta will soon arrive and Senorita Rowell helpfully sug- 
gests that she may be combing su caballo (her horse). 
Finally she arrives. Her excuses are carefully memor- 
ized and her verb forms looked up. Triumphantly she 
launches forth on a complicated explanation of her 
tardiness, only to become hopelessly entangled. 

So the meal proceeds, through rather intricate 
mazes at times, but always, with helpful suggestions, 
success is achieved, and if ever the Senoritas are in a 
Spanish country and perishing for want of nourish- 
ment, there is little doubt but what their delightful ex- 
perience at Miss Castillon's table will help them in ob- 
taining alimento. -Margaret Wilson. 



Concerning Music 

I wonder if the girls who remember Miss Kolp, 
formerly of our faculty, know that she has recently 
been elected head of the department of organ at Morn- 
ingside College, Sioux City. Iowa. 

Of course the big event of the month was Miss 
Horsbrugh's recital. I do not need to ask if you enjoy- 
ed it. And wasn't Miss Sapio a fine accompanist? The 
bands of ribbon in their hair and the little flowers they 
both wore, gave such a dainty touch to their appear- 
ance, too. 

Everyone was glad to see Mrs. Clara Moore Nelms 
who came back for the recital. 

Then there was the recital by Vera Poppe and 
Isadore Berger. We all liked the suite by Sowerby and 
Miss Poppe's composition "The Pipes of Pan," especi- 
ally well. — Grace Styles. 

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A Letter From "Sip"! 

Last year's Student President drops us a line. 

Pekin, Illinois, 
March 5, 1921. 
Dear Sophomore Greetings : 

I have been reading with sinking heart some of 
the other alumnae letters in previous issues. Till now, 
I had never felt any longing to be teaching poetry to 
Eskimolettes in the shadow of the North Pole, or to be 
representing the U. S. A. at — say the Island of Yap; 
but when I note that you have been hearing from such 
places as Czecho Slovakia, there is no longer any music 
in the name Pekin, Illinois, nor any charm in teaching 
normal (mostly subnormal) American children to 
mumble ironically, "I think, you think, he thinks." 

But what do you want, you Sophomore people? If 
you want ridiculous experiences, I'll write a volume. 
If you want advice, I can get it in a telegram. I hope 
you want just a hit or miss discourse on this or that, 
because I'm afraid that is all you will get. 

The Greetings has been most interesting this year. 
You have no idea how fine it is to be able to read a 
copy through, from the first poem to the last joke (oh 
especially the jokes) without having to pause to read 
up for a term paper due the next day (you see I have 
never quite forgotten that last history paper) or to 
compose a stunt or attend a committee meeting. I 
had a sneakin' idea that the last mentioned was a form 
of life found only in such favorable environment as 
the Woman's College. But the sad opposite is true. It 
even flourishes in the cool, cruel world — not in such 
abundance, of course, or at such weird hours. 

There is one bit of advice which I feel you need. 
Gentle Reader, do not skip this paragraph. The ad- 

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vice follows: Enjoy a fairly good opinion of your abil- 
ity while ye may. You are probably used to feeling 
yourself capable of doing a thing about as well as the 
average girl. After you get into the swirl, you disco- 
ver—to what you hope is secret amazement — that the 
whole bloomin' world is better at your job than you 
are. Everybody has been at the thing longer and 
knows so very, very much. And you are intensely thrill- 
ed to trot along in the rear, if you can only keep the 
rest of the procession in sight. But maybe it won't be 
that way with you. 

Teaching school is delicious entertainment at times. 
It would always be delightful if it weren't for : 

1. Failure reports. 

2. Gum. 

3. The students who know more than the teacher. 

4. Mondays. 

5. Poe's Poems and Tales. 

6. Those awful times when you laugh when you 
shouldn't. 

7. The janitor. 

I have one girl who must have a real, inquiring 
mind. The other day, in reading, she aptly asked, 

"Oh Death, where is thy string?" 

Now, I never thought of that. I wonder. Don't 
you? 

Probably this is the best issue of the Greetings 
ever put out. The Sophomores admit it. The class 
always was remarkable ever since they discovered the 
first day that their mission was to snub the Seniors 
and make them feel their place. Now, Reader, if the 
above remarks aren't in your copy, you'll know you 
have an expurgated edition. 

But honest, 1923, enclosed you will find my very 
best wishes. I wish everyone could realize while she 

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is in the midst of it, the true greatness of Our College. 
For myself, I am looking forward to the next time I 
can settle down on the dusty red plush of the C. and 
A., on my way to touch again the spirit and personality 
not of the individual but of the College itself. 
My love to all of you, 

Miriam Sipfle, '20. 



Mr. and Mrs. Elwyn Everett Sperry are now At 
Home at Geneva, 111. Gladys Goodale, '20, was mar- 
ried to Mr. Sperry on March 1st. Dr. Harker officiated 
at the wedding, a simple ceremony at the home of the 
bride. 



Societies 

Theta Sigma. 

Did you wonder, one week in February, why so 
many girls walked abjectly along the corridors, and up- 
on meeting certain other girls made a low obeisance 
and repeated in a humble tone, "I am the scum of the 
earth" ?Those were the Theta pledges and they had to 
perform such services for two whole days. Then they 
were admitted to the fellowship of the society and a 
week later were given a banquet at Colonial Inn. I 
suppose the banquet was to atone for the injuries. Dr. 
and Mrs. Harker and Miss Austin were invited to the 
banquet, and a lot of old members were there: 
Gladys Goodale Sperry, Gretchen Franklin Amey, Mary 
Whiteside, Mary McGhee, Eunice Leonard, Zay Wright, 
Ida Allen, Gladys Corbly, Myra Kirkpatrick, Letha 
Bunting, Lois Carpenter, Lucille Rexroat, and Grace 
Hasenstab. Would you like to know the names of the 
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Brown, Stella Cummings, Mary Floreth, Ada Foster, 
Elfletta Geiger, Lucille Hyrup, Ethel Jones, Gladys 
Lamb, Olwen Leach, Jennie Lacy, Virginia Hill, Bema- 
dine Lowry, Agnes Miller, Helen Mason, Frances Pauld- 
ing, Grace Rowell, Grace Terhune, Edith Weller, Myra 
Whitlock, and Marcia Wolf. —Ruth Rowell. 



Belles Lettres. 

We've been having wonderful times this last month. 
On the afternoon of February 14th our pledges 
entertained us with a "Hot Dog Carnival" in the Hall. 
There were the time-honored side shows, containing the 
Bearded Lady, Snake Charmer, and Bluebeard's Wives. 
In the big tent was a "beauty chorus" which sang most 
delightfully while we munched peanuts. The eats serv- 
ed up in regular carnival style were hamburger sand- 
wiches, doughnuts and coffee. Don't you think it 
sounds quite "carnival-ly" ? And sometimes we'd get a 
bite of confetti with our sandwich because there was 
so much of it floating around. 

We had our initiation in the hall Saturday after- 
noon, February 19th. Our new members are: Lillian 
Crews, Lorene Dawson, Helen Eckland, Dorothy Filers, 
Julia Mae Harrison, Helen Jackson, Fonda Mae Jame- 
son, LeNore Kreige, Marguerite Mahanke, Kathryn 
Miller, Avis Murphy, Jane Muse, Esther Purl, Kathryn 
Randle, Mary Elizabeth Roark, Louise Smith, Christine 
Thompson, Katharine Watson, Helen Seybold, Lucille 
Vick, Alma Duisdieker and Martha Sellew. 

After the initiation we had our banquet at Colonial 
Inn. Miss Agnes Paxton presided as toastmistress and 
Marian Carter, Florence Weber and Katharine Watson 
responded to toasts. The last number on the program 
was a solo by Miss Miller and we kept her singing for 
half an hour. Hazel Earl was the only old girl from 

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out of town back for the initiation. Most of the old 
girls are waiting to come back to our anniversary ban- 
quet in the late spring. 

Alma Harmel has been visiting Huldah and on Feb- 
ruary 22nd she gave a number of readings for us. 

Mother Gates has been ill, but is improving now. 

— Alma Blodget. 

Phi Nu. 

The other day I was down at the college and of 
course I had to go down to Phi Nu Hall to see what 
changes the girls had been making of late. It was 
Valentine's Day and the hall was decorated with red 
hearts, and did look so pretty! It seems that the 
pledges were entertaining the members that afternoon. 
They were going to give stunts and have a luncheon. I 
found out all about the coming events. The Initiation 
Banquet was to be held February 26th at the Pacific. 
Esther Harper was to be toast-mistress and Ruth Hark- 
er, Marguerite Wills and Lesta Gibbons were to give 
toasts. Jo Brown was to be there the whole week-end. 
You know Jo is going to the U. of I. this year. I found 
out the names of all the new girls, too — Roxy Baker, 
Margaret Burmeister, Marian Campbell, Katherine 
Cotton, Josephine Craig, Lesta Gibbons, Dorothy Gris- 
wold, Lee Little, Dorothy Lyons, Erma Mason, Mar- 
garet McCray, Helen McCalman, Verna Mershon, Helen 
Oakes, Olga Oliver, Jean Spinning, Helen Steele, Mil- 
dred Owens and Eva Zwerman. O, it just made me wish 
I were back enjoying all their good times ! 
— Eloise Calhoun. 

Lambda Alpha Mu. 

I suppose you want to hear all about what Lambda 
Alpha Mu has been doing of late. The pledges gave the 
old girls a dance in the gym on Valentine Day. The 

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next Saturday night we had our Initiation Banquet and 
dance in Expression Hall. Some of the old girls: Cor- 
delia Randolph, Rose Ransom, Gladys Jacquith, Mar- 
gery Death erage, Mable Laughlin, and Lorraine Syl- 
vester came back for the banquet. 

The nine of us pledges: Marguerite Sturgeon, 
Leona Switzer, Evelyn Ross, Helen Bailey, Lila Powell, 
Sarita Jones, Rachel Davis, Lois Broadstone, and Har- 
riet Munson were initiated Tuesday after the banquet. 
Then they kept on initiating us all the rest of the week. 
We couldn't talk to anyone but old members and faculty 
for a whole day. The next Tuesday we gathered the old 
girls together very mysteriously and took them to a 
"Weenie Roast" out in the country. Two of the girls 
who have been gone a year and a half, Evangeline Bis- 
hop and Viola lungerich are back this semester. Pearl 
Rush and Dorothy Dean were initiated recently. 

Did you know that Mrs. Dorothy Westfall Biglow 
has a baby girl, and Mrs. Frances Hinchman Parsons 
has a son ? Well do you feel as if you were caught up- 
on Lambda news now? — Doris Hamilton. 



A Mystery 

One evening about 7 :30 as I was passing the Wo- 
man's College, I saw four girls out on the campus by 
the east wing. They seemed to be hunting for some- 
thing. I decided that they must have lost some great 
treasure for they were all searching diligently in the 
grass. I stopped for a few minutes to see if I could 
discover what they were hunting. There seemed to be 
something humorous in the situation for the girls were 
all laughing. 

"Somebody must have been a mighty good shot to 
throw this piece way out here," cried one girl. That 
sounded rather peculiar. Evidently it wasn't anything 
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"Heavens! Here's a huge piece." 

"Oh I thought I'd found some more but it's just 
paper." 

"We ought to have a fine comb." 

The longer I watched, the greater my curiosity 
grew. I was sure I was on East State Street and not 
on South Main. 

"Well, I guess we must have it all at last. We'd 
better keep some to put in our Memory Books." 

"Say, you people up there in the window, you must 
have thrown some of this orange peel down here !" 

Orange peel ! Well of all things to be out combing 
the campus for, in order to put in their Memory 
Memory Books! I walked on down the street, shaking 
my head over the oddities of women, and college girls in 
particular. — Florence Weber. 



Friend Al, — 

Probably you'll be surprised on account of me 
writing you but you see it's this way I haven't nothing 
else to do and come to think about it I owe you a letter 
anyway and that feller Lardner has been writing you 
so many that I thot I'd better write you — so you see 
how it is. 

Well, Al there's been just lots happen here and I 
don't know where to begin to tell you all about it. On 
Monday night some time ago mebbe three weeks mebbe 
four you can figure it up cause of course you know 
when Washington's birthday is, we had a George Wash- 
ington party which the faculty give for us. We all 
dressed in costume and everyone looked fine if I do say 
it as I shouldn't — I ought to know too since I spent so 
much time looking in the mirror. After dinner, that's 
at night you know we went over to the gym, which ain't 
what it sounds like but means gymnasium and the fac- 
ulty entertained us royally by three stunts — The one 

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they started off with a musical stunt and I tell you, 
Ai, these teachers here are humdingers when it comes 
to entertainin' — It was sure some swell music and 
after that they give us some of what they called "Life 
Pictures." Now, Al, the way they done that was to have 
a girl dressed up and stand in a frame real still and it 
looked just like real paintings by some of them old art- 
ists like Aristotle and Caesar what had their names in 
the Sunday supplement onct. And then the last one 
was shure keen — They was two paintings on the stage, 
they wasn't real paintings yuh understand but girls and 
one of 'em was an old fashioned girl and other as classy 
a lookin' girl as you'd see anyplace today and they come 
to life and talked and it was awful real Al. 

Al, I have an awful tragedy to tell you — you re- 
member that yellow dress of Genevieve Coates's the one 
with the ruffles, well, the other day she tore the sleeve 
of it and everybody feels so bad but mebbe it won't mat- 
ter after she leaves school as she has decided on scrub- 
bing as her vocation and I don't reckon the boss'll object 
if she comes to work with a torn sleeve, do you? So 
mebbe it ain't so bad as it might be. What's worryin' 
everybody is what Genevieve will wear to dances here- 
after — speakin' of dancin' Al, you know the Dean give 
us a talk one nite about how it should be did and she 
seems to think as most everyone does that it should be 
reformed — she said as how she thot that when some of 
we girls were dancin' together we used our imagina- 
tions and thot we had some other sort of partner. Now 
Al what do you suppose she meant by that ? I can't even 
imagine what she meant besides being able to imagine 
that Florence Weber is another sort of partner, say one 
like Hazel Logan for instance. I think I better take 
a corresponding course in imagination Al. 

Say, Al whot's your idea of a queen ? We got one 
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here and besides being a queen, she's a real Queen, we 
elected her May Queen, I mean. Her name is Sue Wade 
and as a celebration of that least ways I spose it was as 
it happened that same nite and that sure makes it look 
that way don't it ? As I was sayin' that same nite the 
Illinois College fellows serenaded us with a band, sing- 
ing and all and say that was sure some swell singin' 
even if I do say it as I shouldn't but Al you know very 
well that Bill Crosby who was the best blacksmith in 
the country, once said that I had a better voice than 
Farrar. Also they danced and that was good too but I 
wonder if they were both imagining that they was 
dancing with somebody else, the nite matchman maybe. 
Do you suppose they did? 

Al you know I been worrying a lot lately about 
something. Helen has been telling me that I hadn't 
ought to say ''It's me" — now I never did think there 
was anything wrong with that and I can prove there 
isn't now in spite of what Helen and the books, etc. say 
— the way I prove it is this — I heard the head of the 
English department and she oughter know if anybody 
would, say before about 50 girls at the college sing one 
Sunday nite, "It's me, Lord, it's me." So I reckon it's 
0. K. for me to, don't you ? 

That same Sunday we had a talk in Y. W. by Miss 
Florence Pierce and she talked about the girl on the 
curb saying as how she shouldn't stand there and watch 
but get into the procession. Now I agree perfectly for 
no kind of a curb ain't no place for a girl and there 
shouldn't never be any of 'em there unless they're wait- 
in' for the street car. 

We sure had a lot of pep at the Essay Contest, you- 
'd a thought to hear those yells and songs and that old 
cow-bell clangin' that it was a big league game. 

And for the real music you oughter to have went 
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to Miss Horosborough's recital — that was fine Al, and 
the girl what played the piano for her was fine too. 
She played one piece with just one hand — now if they'd 
all do that way that'd be something like it — I could 
keep track of one hand I think and then I'd be as popu- 
lar as any of them fellers who can play any time you 
ask 'em. 

Then, too, I gotta tell you about the Freshman- 
Junior and the Freshman-Sophomore basket ball games 
which was sure excitin' every one played as good as the 
other. The Juniors and Sophs won tho and it was sure 
funny in one game when Jo Craig had to call time and 
hunt up a pin for her bloomers — speakin' of pins we 
had a Y. W. Carnival here last Saturday nite which had 
the Madri Gras backed up a blind alley and left with- 
out any gas. 

Al there's just lots more to tell about because this 
sure ain't any dead place — the cute stunts the new 
members of the Dramatic Club pulled off, "The Melt- 
ing Pot" as given by Miss Powell which was so real- 
like I felt right hot and a wonderful guy named Wilson 
who talked about the big problems before the world 
which it seems ain't Death and Taxes after all, and the 
Senior-Junior party, where every girl had a man even 
if he was only a friend of a friend of a friend, but honest 
I ain't got no more time to waist. I gotta get to work 
real hard now — or mebbe I better just go^ to sleep. You 
know the Dr. said I should sleep lots 'cause I ain't very 
strong, not since I had the measles in 1905. 

Well, write when you ain't got nothing else to do. 
Yours sincere, 
Marg. 

Freshie (to librarian) — Could you get me some- 
thing about this man Bolshevik? I've heard so much 
about him I thought I'd better look him up. 

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The College Greetings is published monthly by the students 
of Illinois Woman's College. 

Contributions to its pages are solicited from the students of 
all departments, and from the alumnae. They are due the fif- 
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Subscriptions, $1.25 a year, payable in advance. Single 
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Entered at Jacksonville Post Office as second-class matter. 



Contents 




Night on the Mississippi 


146 


Million Dollar Year 


147 


Just Our Fortunes 


148 


During Easter Vacation 


151 


School of Expression 


152 


Romeo and Juliet 


153 


Wanted 


156 


A Bit of Mail 


157 


Retarded Spring 


159 


From an "Alum" 


159 


Calendar 


162 


I. W. C. Zoo 


163 


Of Musical Interest 


163 


Society Notes 


164 


Concerning Our Alumni 


166 


In the Social Whirl. 


166 


"Our Seniors Nominally Speaking" 


167 



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Night on the Mississippi 

Night has fallen over the valley, 

And, like a silver bail, 

The moon is rising in shining splendor. 

Like points of fire in the midnight sky 

The stars are sprinkled with lavish hand, 

And below, majestic and calm. 

The river flows on through the night. 

The quiet, breathless and eloquent. 

Speaks in hushed tones 

Of age-old, thrilling, romantis events. 

Yonder, where only a pillar stands, 

Marking the grave of the hero Du Buque, 

The Indians had hunted him to his death. 

Now only the river flows on through the night. 

The river is bathed in silver light. 

But the silent, mysterious bluffs 

Stand guarding the valley like sentinels stem. 

And what are those misty forms in the moonlight, 

Bending and rising in rythmic swing? 

They are Indian spirits silently dancing, 

While the river flows on through the night. 

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The Million Dollar Year. 

Do we all know just what the Diamond Jubilee 
means ? In fourteen letters it spells, this is our seventy- 
fifth birthday. 

In 1846 a committee was appointed by the Illinois 
Annual Conference of the Methodist Church in session 
at Paris, Illinois to organize an institution for the high- 
er education of young women. On October 10th this 
committee met in Jacksonville to organize and make 
definite plans for their task. 

The founders of our College who constituted the 
first Board of Trustees, were the Rev. Peter Akers, 
Rev. Peter Cartwright, Rev. D. R. Trotter, Rev. William 
C. Stribling, William Thomas, Matthew Stacy, Nicho- 
Uas Bilbum and William Brown.These men were pio- 
neers, beginning a new work in a young prairie state 
and with the exception of Nicholas Milburn, all were 
either Virginians or Kentuckians. 

Jacksonville had been founded twenty-one years 
before and by 1846 boasted of a population of two thou- 
sand inhabitants, living in a little village with log cab- 
ins and unpaved streets. There was a Court House, 
six churches, a hotel and several stores. Nearer the 
Court House than the present site of Centenary Church 
was the Methodist church where the Trustees of the 
College met and organized the Illinois Conference Fe- 
male Academy. In the same building the first classes 
met the following fall under the supervision of the first 
Principal, The Rev. Nicholas Bastine. 

Throughout the seventy-five years of history the 
College has been led by men of extreme courage and 
strength. The first president was Dr. James G. Jac- 
ques followed by Dr. Adrus. Then in the order named 
came Dr. McCoy, Dr. Adams, Dr. Wm. H. DeMotte, Dr. 
Short, and our own Dr. Harker. 

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As the academy grew the charter was changed and 
the institution became the IlHnois Conference Female 
College. Needed changes were made in course of study 
until we reached the third period covering the years 
1863-1899. Again a new charter was obtained and the 
name of the school was changed to the Illinois Female 
College. The present name of Illinois Woman's College 
was given to the school in 1899. 

From 1899 to 1921 great and many have been the 
additions not only in buildings but in equipment. Just 
now the drive is on for a $500,000 Endowment and Im- 
provement Fund and it is with intense interest that we 
are all watching its progres. 

To us, who have been receiving the benefits of the 
college, comes the privilege of helping with this fund. 
What can you do? Last year the Sophomores had a 
bank in the front hall where visitors or anyone inter- 
ested in our college could "help make up the deficit." 
Let us all be thinking seriously about it, then not be 
content with thinking, but do !— M. M. '22. 



Just Our Fortune. 

The door closed and the Reverend Morrison walk- 
ed dejectedly away from the Brown household, as Me- 
thodist ministers often leave the men on whom they 
lean most for aid. 

Mrs. Brown was resigned as some Mrs. Browns 
are, "But — but John I'm afraid you've been a bit 
hasty." 

"Now, Mother I haven't been one bit hasty. I've 
been knowin' this was comin' for a long time. It's just 
as I told the minister, I gave fifty dollars to Wesley 
College four years ago when Brother Ryan was here, 
and I don't feel as I can afford it now. Of course I mean 
to put in a good sum when Mabel and William start to 

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the College. Besides its a year till James Morrison 
goes to Wesley. So the minister ought to have a little 
more patience." 

"Oh me! Isn't this just our fortune, being the 
main family in the church ?" mourned Mrs. Brown. 

A year passed and the young Browns were in busy 
preparations for the college entrance. There had arisen 
the question as to the choice of colleges, and it became 
a some what heated discussion. Mother Brown said, 
"Now father and I have sent in the money for your 
rooms and your grades to Wesley, so you have nothing 
to worry about." 

"Mother Brown you just write and cancel that 
room right away. William and I asked for rooms at 
the State University early this summer." 

"Why — -why Mabel, I never dreamed, why your 
father and I planned all along that you should go to 
Wesley. Why you know it would break our hearts." 

"Well, then, Fm not going to school if I can't go to 
a better school than that insignificant place. Why, their 
endowment is too small to see," Mabel fretted. 

Mrs. Brown turned helplessly to William, "Them's 
just my sentiments," he returned carelessly. "Mabel 
and I feel if we are going to spend four years in school 
we might as well put them to good advantage." 

Still the mother remonstrated, "Father and I have 
always known as how there were so many temptations 
in a big place like that, and we've always prayed that 
you should go to a good Christian College. Now theres 
that nice James Morrison goin' to Wesley without a 
word of 'sassin' ' to his parents." 

"James Morrison isn't any better than any of us 
fellows but just because he's a preacher's son makes 
him have to do things he wouldn't otherwise do," argu- 
ed William. 

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Just because he has the hard luck to be a preach- 
er's son doesn't prove that he isn't just a little better 
than most fellows I know," was the expected remark 
from Mabel. 

Unable to check the stronger current of youth the 
parents stood back and helplessly watched them take 
their own course. And Mrs. Brown sighed, "It's just our 
fortune; sometimes I feel as we haven't raised them 
right that makes them ungrateful this way." 

Excuses for the conduct of the two young Browns 
v/ere left to be made by the parents to the rest of the 
congregation and friends. "Of course Mabel and Wil- 
liam would have loved to attend Wesley, but the dear 
children have such big plans ahead that they could only 
get the studies they must have at a larger school. And 
a State Certificate means so much these days." These 
repeated pathetic attempts at explanation made them 
in their own minds soon believe they were true. They 
began to pity poor James Morrison and his lack of ad- 
vantages in the poor church school. They were al- 
most glad that William and Mabel had taken their in- 
dependent step. 

A great contentment fell for a time on the Brown 
household. Holidays of the Senior college year soon 
came and William and Mabel were expected home for 
Christmas. The parents waited while one vacation day 
after the other passed, finally with the arrival of a let- 
ter from the girl — 

"I'm sorry of course that we cannot come home as 
you expect us. We shall be very busy these few days, 
moving my things to Wesley, where I will graduate 
this spring. I should like to be there to take my de- 
gree with James. Then with your consent, of course, I 
shall come home in the spring to become Mrs. Morri- 
son." 

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After the letters were read and reread, and they 
became sure they were not dreaming, Father Brown 
stormed, "With my consent of course ! Much she cares 
for my consent. It's beyond me how with our prayers 
and contributions, she gives up her greatest chance for 
such a small unknown College, and throws herself into 
the arms of poverty." And Mother Brown added, 
"And with us being the main family in the church 
it will look like we schemed after the preacher's son. 
It must be we haven't raised them right." Then with 
a relieved happier look she breathed, "It always was 
just our fortune."— J. M. '22. 



One Incident at I. W. C. During Easter Vacation 

It was past midnight Friday when I awoke with 
that peculiar feeling that some one was in the room 
with me. No moon in the sky ; and the cold clammy air 
blew through my half open window. The doors rattled 
— creaked. The lights in the corridor flickered off and 
on. No noise — save the cold rain beating against the 
window pane. It seemed that I was king of the empty 
rooms when a dark object appeared on my window sill. 

It never moved — my clock ticked frantically on — 
the curtain shades flopped more vigorously and my hair 
fairly touched the ceiling. Slowly I pushed back the 
bed covers and stepped out into the middle of the floor. 
Carefully picking up an umbrella I had left standing 
near a chair, I stepped within arm and umbrella length 
of the window and with one vicious shove and scream 
pushed the intruder out. Soon I heard a low thud on 
the thick grass below and I knew all was over with its 
life. 

Very early the next morning — I buried the re- 
mains and carefully covered the grave with leaves that 
no one ever — ever will know what became of our little 
Narcissus — E. C. 

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School of Expression 

At the Easter Vesper Service, Miss Powell read 
very beautifully a scene from Percy MacKaye's play 
"Jeanne d 'Arc." She chose the prison scene just be^ 
fore the execution of Frances wherein Joan's doubts 
flee and she again sees her heavenly visions. 

Again on April 1 we were delighted to have Prof. 
Clark of Chicago University give us two scholarly and 
inspirational readings. "King Lear," a tragedy of the 
soul, which he read in the afternoon was wonderfully 
interpreter and showed results of years of sympathe- 
tic study. 

That Mr. Clark can appreciate the humorous as 
well as the tragic was evidenced by the play which he 
read in the evening — "Androcles and the Lion," one 
of Shaws wittiest and cleverest thrusts at present day 
presumings and excusings. Although the time is that 
of the martydom of the early Christians yet the theme 
is a very modern one and has a universal interest. 
Substantial thought added to intellectual appreciation 
and understanding characterize Prof. Clark's readings 
and were greatly enjoyed and appreciated by all of us. 

The annual Wesley Mathers contest was entered 
into so heartily that a preliminary contest had to be 
held, and the final one came on April 9. There were 
five contestants and each showed great ability in the 
art of expression. The second prize was won by Jose- 
phine Rink and the first honors were carried off by 
Anna Canada. 

In the afternoon of the eleventh a student recital 
was held. 

Esther Harper will read "The Adventures of Lady 
Ursula" by Anthony Hope for her certificate recital on 
April 15. 

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Vol. XXIV Jacksonville, 111., May, 1921 No. 8 

Editor-in-chief Vera Wardner 

Associate Editor Cora Cherry 

Assistant Editors Margaret Hamilton, Margaret Fowler 

Art Editor Jennie Lacey 

Business Manager Margaret Watson 

Assistant Managers Velma Bain, Helena Betcher 

Faculty Adviser Miss Bertha Jones 



JUNIOR STAFF 
Editor-in-chief Ada Clotfelter 

Associate Editors Carmen Dugger, Jane Muse 



Romeo and Juliet 

(Revised) 
Prologue. 
Enter Chorus. 
Chorus — Two classes, the Seniors and the Juniors 
In I. W. C. where we lay our scene, 
From Ancient history, revived to new beginnings 
The long buried custom of a prom with man. 
And for benefit of doubting underclassmen 
Who may perchance think all romance quite dead 
Is now the two hours traffic of our stage ; 
The which, if you with patriot ears attend, 
What there you missed, our toil shall strive to 
mend. 

(Exit) 
Act I 
Scene I. Outside I. W. C. about eight-thirty the 
night of the Senior-Junior Prom. Romeo has been pac- 
ing up and down the street since seven o'clock. 

Enter Romeo. 
Romeo — Can I go in at this time ? Is it still too soon ? 
Or is it now too late ! Ye gods I'll risk the first ! 
(Dashes up front steps and in the door) 
Enter Benvolio and Mercutio. 

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Ben. — Romeo, ole dear, Romeo ! 
Mer. — He is wise 

And on my life hath stolen home to bed ! 
Ben. — He ran this way and caught the street car there, 

But call, good Mercutio. 
Mer. — Nay, I'll conjure, too. 

Romeo ! Wretch ! Cheapskate ! Goat ! 

I conjure thee by every serenade here held, 

By every song we've sung — by every hand 

That hath clapped from these windows, 

To now disgrace thy name, thou sack ! 

And break this date tonight. 
Ben. — Come, he hath hid himself among these 

Bushes. Shaking he is with fear, and best be hid 

By shaking branches. 
Mer. — Well Romeo, where're thou art, 

Goodnight. No more we'll wait — and will not go in, 

Either. So he'll be twice to blame — yea, thrice ! 

Come, shall we go? 
Ben. — Go then for tis in vain 

To seek him here that means not to be found. 

Scene H. Reception Room. 
Romeo — He jests at time who never waited hours ! 

(Juliet appears in door.) 

But soft ! What girl in yonder door appears ? 

(That makes eleven since I here have sat.) 

The other men have gone, save those two yonder 

They're near asleep, and surely she's the one. 

Unbend, Oh legs, and lift me to my feet. 

Oh knees, by all these hours made stiff, and 

Back, tho almost breaking, support me now! 

It is my lady; Oh it is the one! 

Oh that she knew she were ! 

Her eye discourses : I will answer it 

— I am too bold — 'tis not to me she speaks, 
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Or else 'tis not the custom of this college 

To so answer back — 
Juliet — 'Tis Romeo, I believe 
Rom. — She speaks ! 
Juliet — 'Tis Mr. Romeo, surely 

Long have they called fifth floor and knew not 

I was on fourth — for I'm Miss Juliet, sir. 
Rom. — Delighted, I am sure, and where go we from 
here? 
Juliet — Unto the gym but we must step quite lively 

For the way is long and dark — 'tis clear around the 

Building. And we're no chaperone to take us 

— The rest have left long since. 
Rom. — Yes, late we are, 

So let us go in haste and take a dark umbrella 

So we'll not see the moon — the naughty moon 
above us ! 

Scene III. Gymnasium 

Musicians waiting. Enter serving girl. 

1 Soph. — Where's Coates — she that doth 

Take part in this first play ? And Humphries 
Where is she ? She ought to be here, surely ! 
Make haste, my friends ! 

2 Soph. — Aye, Aye, I'm ready ! 

3 Soph. — You are looked for and called for 

Asked for and sought for over in Main, girl !- 
2 Soph. — We cannot be here and there too ! 

4 Soph. — Cheerly now; be brisk awhile and 

Remember, We'll get good eats. 
(Musicians start) 

Enter Capulet and his family, from receiving line 
and welcome guests. 
Cap.-^ Welcome gentlemen ! Ladies with their toes 
Unplagued with corns will walk about with you. 
Enter Romeo and Juliet and join crowd already 
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drawing up chairs for the play. 

Scene IV. Front Hall. 

A few guests are still standing around talking, 
ready to leave. 

Rom. — Oh wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied ? 
Jul. — What satisfaction can I give thee now ? 
Rom. — The promise of one date tomorrovN^ night. 
Jul, — I give it to you, if the Dean permitteth 

— But see, she now doth frown, so Romeo, adieu! 

But stop down on the walk — haste now, adieu ! 

(Romeo leaves and stops out on the walk, as Juliet 
appears at a window above.) 
Jul. — Goodnight, Romeo! 
Procter — Juliet ! 

Jul. — (I'll come anon) I'll see you Sunday night — 
Procter — Juliet ! 
Jul. — (By and by I come) 

— At eight o'clock ! 
Rom. — I'll be there. 
Jul. — Athousand times goodnight ! 

(Exit Juliet) 
Rom. — A thousand times worse I hate to go 

I came tonight, as schoolboys from their books 
But go away, toward school with heavy looks ! 

(Exit Romeo) 
The End 



Wanted 

A home in Texas — Lorene Smith. 

Cure for blushing — D. Hamilton. 

Some one to argue with — D. Kennedy. 

Cure for chronic love sickness — H. McCalmen. 

To be popular with men — A. Miller. 

A school to teach next year — M. Ramsay. 

Boosters — not knockers — Juniors. 

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A Bit of Mail 

March 5, 1921. 
Dear Ted : 

Our Senior-Junior formal is to be March nine- 
teenth, and I would like very much to have you come if 
you possibly can. The Seniors surely know how to 
make us enjoy ourselves and I am sure we will be roy- 
ally entertained. It is almost time for class, so will 
run along, and hope that you can come. 

As ever, 

Marg. 
March 8, 1921. 
Dear Marg. : 

I am so sorry to tell you that I cannot attend your 
Senior-Junior party, but its really impossible. You see 
I am playing basketball this season, so I am not allow- 
ed to go to any functions where they will have lots to 
eat and stay up late. You knov/ how hard both of those 
rules are for me. When I told the coach that I wanted 
to attend an affair at the Woman's College he threw 
up his hands and said, "Man, you would loose so much 
sleep that one night that you wouldn't be able to make 
a basket for a couple of weeks afterwards." Now Marg, 
you will understand won't you that it isn't my fault 
and I am just as sorry as I can be. I know you will have 
no trouble to find another fellow — maybe you'll have a 
better time with him after all. 

Sincerely, 

Ted. 
March 20, 1921. 
Dear Ted : 

You don't know what you missed! Of course I 
am not trying to make you sorrier than you really are, 
that you couldn't come, but I'm sure you can never be 
the same because you missed it. 

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To begin with, some of us had hard luck as our usu- 
al men were unable to come and some didn't know any 
near enough to invite. But the Seniors seemed to be 
inspired and by the night of the nineteenth almost 
every one of us had an Illinois College man, and they 
were mighty nice men too! What a thrill to have a 
man one didn't even know. 

By eight o'clock the men were pouring in and after 
a very intricate round of introductions we all found our 
right men by some mysterious method. Then we went 
to the gym which had been beautifully decorated for 
the occasion. Lovely festoons over our heads, plants 
and flowers everywhere and an orchestra behind a 
screen of palms. 

But you should have seen and heard the program. 
It was given by some of the Sophomores and it certainly 
was clever. There were two plays which kept every- 
one laughing. Yes, we actually heard masculine voices 
laughing in our gym. It was wonderful ! 

You no doubt have heard that the way to keep 

a man is well, then you should have at least seen 

the tables in the rooms where supper was served. Love- 
ly yellow daffodils and green candles were everywhere. 
Of course I know you don't care so much about the table 
decorations, but the effect was splendid, and a delicious 
three course supper was served. 

Needless to say, the men went home at a scandal- 
ously late hour and we all felt sort of "tired yet happy" 
next morning. I might add that the social and recep- 
tion rooms would hardly accomodate the callers Sun- 
day afternoon and evening, but I suppose we will soon 
regain our usual quiet times. 

It was a wonderful party and we will always re- 
member it as having been a delightful occasion. 

As ever, 
—158— Marg. 



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Retarded Spring 

( On the Death of John Burroughs ) 
Returning bluebirds stop along the way, 
To mourn, and warble melancholy notes. 
Spring-beauties, out already from their coats 
Withdraw their blooms, and droop their heads today 
The east-wind wails among the budded trees ; 
The sun that yesterday was friendly, shrouds 
Himself in a bank of misty clouds ; 
The hills are quivering, and ill at ease. 

The tears of mother Nature with the leaves, 
Son of her son the one who loved her best — 
The one who rested closest to her breast — 
Lies dead. Yet even as she weeps and grieves, 
She feels a mild caress, and knows that he — 
Her best-loved wanderer — has been made free. 

— Wayne Gard. 
This bit of verse comes from a student at Illinois 
College. We are glad to reprint it because it shows sin- 
cere feeling and skill in management. Moreover, it is 
with pleasure that we notice the writer's recognition 
by several magazines and organizations. We wish you 
luck, fellow-student! 



From an "Alum" 

Dear Class of '22 : April 14, 1921. 

I feel so much in school myself that it is hard to 
get the alumna attitude toward I. W. C. You see, work 
here at the University is after all a continuation of 
work there. But in writing back I feel as I used to in 
the studio some times when I started on a study. I 
didn't know whether to begin on that green rose in the 
foreground, or start on the jaunty spray of cherry 
blossoms. 

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Well, what would you like to know. Yes, work is 
gloriously hard, — and the University campus is lovely 
in spring. Indeed, Fm almst too near the hum of things 
to be able to express myself as to impressions. But did 
you ever think this happy thought on graduation ? — it 
means that some faculty board has decided that you're 
not so dull that they need take another chance at fin- 
ishing you off. 

Writing a thesis is lots of fun, but it's hard work, 
too. No one has more than two or three chapters in, to 
date — that means that those of us who shall have four 
or five chapters — well, should be working instead of 
v/riting alumna letters. ? ? ? Madden is writing on 
the figures of speech of Byron. She says there are 
about twenty in all, but she is tracing out four. Just 
that many keeps her quite busy. I think, perhaps, if 
she should decide to take her Doctor's degree she could 
spend the next three years hunting the other sixteen. 

And I'm treating certain phases of the sense of the 
infinite as expressed in the Romantic Movement. The 
chapter which went in today was on "Romantic Riv- 
erie." Dreamy romantic dreamers dreamed dreams 
dreamily, and mixed their emotions with all sorts of 
things, such as nature, Utopias, ideal women and sav- 
ages. Doesn't that sound interesting? It is. 

There are a great many things going on. But first 
I'll tell you about English Journal Club of English 
grades and faculty which meets every two weeks. There 
some Doctor, or older faculty member reads a paper to 
"try it out" on us. I really think they must publish 
them later. Then a discussion in which the author 
either finds out how little the dignitaries think he 
knows — or else shows them how superior his knowl- 
edge is to anything else which has been given on the 

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subject. Then the men of the faculty, — it's funny, but 
true — serve tea and cakes. Florence always has two. 
Cakes, I mean. 

Then once in a while there are Graduate Club par- 
ties when you meet the grads. of the other departments. 
Sometimes it's a dance. Last week it was a lecture by 
a Dr. Griffith on "The Equilibrary Functions of the 
Semicircular Canals." It dealt with the function of 
the inner ear in equilibrium, and the lecture had been 
experimenting on white rats which have been kept re- 
volving since last April. A film showed the labs and 
the effects of such movements on normal animals, and 
on those born under revolving conditions. Florence and 
I agreed that it was an interesting movement. 

But there are other movements on the campus. 
Of course you have heard of the New Wesley Founda- 
tion Social Center, and the big stadium drive which is 
now on. It will be of interest to I. W. C. to know that 
the students are putting it across with astonishing suc- 
cess. 

Then there have been a number of fine lectures. 
Sorado Taft is giving a series of Wesley lectures, with 
slides illustrating, on sculpture. Drinkwater talked on 
Lincoln not ? ? ? Last week Sinclair Lewis lectur- 
ed on Realism in American Fiction. He — rather inef- 
fectually, I thought — defended his Main Street — and 
gave a strong plea for realism of the old Greek tragdey 
type. He based his plea on the fact that America has 
now passed the pioneer stage in artistic indeavor. 

But it's late and I must stop. I want to congratu- 
late the contributors, and the Greeting staff — the pow- 
er behind it all—upon the success of the paper this year, 
I have followed it with interest. 

My love to our Sister Class of '22 — in particular — 
and to I. W. C. in general. Esther Hetherlin. 

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Calendar 

March 9. Cold. 

March 11, 12. Auto Show, greatest attraction in town. 

March 12. Carnival Dance. 

March 14. Initiation of Dramatic Club pledges. 

March 15. Mr. Wilson gave an interesting lecture. 

March 16. Buick Quartett and Egyptian pantomine. 

March 17. Junior's birthday. 

March 18 Seniors too preocupied to notice us Juniors 
until the morrow. 

March 19. Senior-Junior Banquet and Men ! 

March 20. Rained and poured! 

March 21. Gym exhibition. Soph, carry B. B. honors. 

March 24. Easter vacation until the 27. 

Two characteristics of monday after East- 
er: 1. We came back. 2. It freezes. 

March 31. Buick Quartett presents Romeo and Juliet. 

April 1. April Fools Day. 

Prof,. Clark reads "King Lear" in the after- 
noon and "Androcles and the Lion" in the 
evening. 

April 2. 76 signed for the grand. Wallace Reid was 
there. 

April 4. Isabelle's and Mona's recital. 

April 8. Miss Gates visited us and talked at morning 
chapel. 

April 9. Expression Contest. Anna Canada won 1st 
prize Josephine Rink won 2nd. 

April 11. Students Recital. 



Miss Castillon (speaking English very slowly) — Oh, 
you are ill ! Well, I - am - going - to read - you a - story 
about - a boy - and - a - nut. Do you know what is a 
nut? 

Miss Perlaza (confidently) — Of course, I am a nut! 

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I. W. C. Zoo 

If you want to see the See 

Human Ostrich (eat anything) V. Miller 

Possum (always sleeping) C. Hasenstab 

Billy Goat (always putting in) H. Brougher 

Fat Lady (age 11 yrs.) A. Crowder 

Deer Any Junior Girl 

Man Hater H. Dell 

Monstrosity (25 heads no heart) Faculty 

Siamiese Twins R. Baker, M. Yant 

Camel (lives on one meal a day) D. Hamilton 

Chimpanzee (loves dates) E. Ross 

Gnat (no chance to grow) F. Dikeman 

Wise old owls Greeting Staff 

All animals except the deer and owls are running 
loose, yes, extremely loose. 



Of Musical Interest 

The annual Easter Vesper Service was held in 
Music Hall Sunday afternoon, March the twentieth. It 
was well attended and seemed to be very much appreci- 
ated. The Madrigal Club under the direction of Mrs. 
Forrest gave "Agnus Dei" by Bizet, as the concluding 
number. On the evening of April the fourth Miss 
Mona Ramsay, candiate for Certificate in Voice, and 
Miss Isabel Woodman, candidate for Certificate in Pipe 
Organ, gave a splendid recital. 

A Student Recital was held Monday evening, April 
the eleventh. 

Miss Sapio has returned to New York City. Doesn't 
Miss Horsbrugh look lonesome? 

We are looking forward, with much pleasure, to 
the Ensemble Recital, the Madrigal Concert and the 
Orchestra Concert. 

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Lambd.a Alpha Mu 

We were surprised last Sunday afternoon when 
Mr. and Mrs. Harlan T. White visited us for a short 
time. Mrs. White formerly Miss Dorothy Pinkston 
and is now living in Pawnee. 

At one of our meetings recently Pearl Rush read 
an original poem and Lois Broadstone sang an original 
song. 

A most pleasant and attractive announcement 
party was given at Colonial Inn, April 2, when engage- 
ment of Mona Ramsey to Mr. George Roesler v^as an- 
nounced. Bluebirds tied to pink killarney roses with 
ribbons disclosed the secret. Miss Miller very appropri- 
ately sang "Prince Charming." 



Phi Nu 

At a luncheon given by Mrs. A. C. Metcalf and Miss 
Winifred Wackerle on Saturday, April 9, the engage- 
ment of Miss Ruth Harker to Mr. Mark Hunt was an- 
nounced. The wedding is to take place in the early 
summer. Phi Nu extends hearty congratulations. 

Recent guests of the college have been Miss Mary 
Louise Davis of Brazil Indiana, Miss Blanche Seaman 
from Chapin, Illinois, Miss Zerita Swartz from Virginia 
Illinois, Mrs. Isaac Sherwood Powers of Terra Haute 
Indiana, and Mrs. Fritz Haskell of Winchester Illinois. 

The Phi Nu Picnic at Nichols park was held on 
Thursday, April 7. All the girls reported a rippin' good 
time. Did you smell bacon and egg on Friday morn- 
ing? They were the left overs from the night before. 

Missrs. Howard Crouse, Dallace Neuton, and Theo- 
dore Raper were week end guests of Marian Campbell. 
Katharine Cotton, and Vema Mershon. 

Word has been received that an eight pound son 
Holt, at the Rockford Hospital on March 31. 

— M. E. '22. 
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Miss Magdalene Mershon is coaching" Fi Fi of the 
Toy Shop" of the John Rogers Producing Co. this 
winter. 

The study of the Modern Drama has been complet- 
ed and the study of Modern poetry has begun. The pro- 
grams are very interesting and show some real enthus- 
iasm. 



Theta Sigma 

We all had lovely Easter vacations and thought we 
might talk over our good times we met in Theta Sigma 
hall at four thirty on Tuesday for an Easter Party. We 
shared our news with each other and after coffee and 
doughnuts had been served, the meeting adjourned. 

Nancy Grace Miles and Lucile Rexroat were over 
from Virginia April 11, to the delightful tea which the 
Faculty gave to the Alumnae and Seniors. 

-C. H. 



Belle Lettres 

We were very sorry to hear of the death of one 
of our members, Mrs. Frank Garcia, formerly Helen 
Holb, at the Rockford Hospital on March 31. 

Miss Louise Gates, executive secretary of the Y. 
W. C. A. at Allentown, Pennsylvania, gave a very inter- 
esting talk in chapel recently concerning her work 
there. 

Anna Canada won first in the Wesley Mather's 
contest held in Music Hall on April 9. 

In place of the regular meeting of April 5 the so- 
ciety had a picnic at Nichols Park. 

Miss Jeanette Powell read "The Desert of Waiting" 
by A. Fellows Johnston in chapel recently. 

— H. P. 

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Concerning Our Alumnae 

All I. W. C. students will be interested in know 
that Illinois Woman's college Societies have been hold- 
ing their annual meetings. 

The Chicago Society of Illinois Woman's College 
held their annual meeting Saturday. April ninth, at 
Hotel La Salle. We were delighted to hear they have 
pledged $2,000.00 to the Endownment Fund. That's 
loyalty for you ! 

The Kansas City Society met at their annual meet- 
ing, April 2 and were especially fortunate in having 
our President, Dr. Harker as one of their guests. 

The Los Angles Society is also strong. 

A copy of resolutions in memory of the death of 
Mrs. Clara Ailing Conroy of the class of '74, have been 
received. Her death occured on March 18 at the home 
of her daughter Mrs. McFuU, Chicago Illinois. 

An announcement has just been received of the 
marriage of Ara Willard of Decatur, to Dr. Samuel 
Herdman, on December the ninth, Nineteen hundred 
twenty. They are living in Taylorville, Illinois. 

— G. L. 



In the Social Whirl 

The W. C. T. U. met in Belles Lettres Hall, Sunday 
evening, Feb. 25. Miss Josephine Brown, an honorary 
member, came from the University of Illinois to attend 
this meeting. After a short business meeting, the re- 
mainder of the time was spent in profitable conversa- 
tion. Dainty refreshments were served, consisting of 
Bermuda Onion sandwiches and Pistachio Nuts. All 
present reported a wonderful time. 

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Our Seniors, Nominally Speaking! 



Her 

Actions 

Regarding 

Plays 

Ever 

Rational 

Culinary 

Articles 

Renowned and 

Unspeakably 

Tempting 

Has 

Everything 

Real 

Specialties 

Kindness 
Excells 
Yearns for 
Sewing honors 

Always 
Going out 
Narrating 
Each 
Story easily 

Mighty 
Efficient 
Lovable 
Bright 

Always 

Receiving 

Always 

Messages 

Sent 

At 

Y. M's 

Would 
Always 
Do 
Everything 

Best 

Loves 

All 

Campus 

Kapers 

Concealed 

Are 

Rare 



Talents 

Early 

Riser 

Conceals 

Her 

Enthusiams 

Reliable 

Responsible 

Youthful 

Fame and the foot 

Reassure her of 

Acting 

Zealous to 

Imitate 

Expressive 

Reading 

Leader in 

Activities 

In 

Literary lines 

Amazing 

Despairing never 

Always 

Vying 

In 

School affairs 

Opinions 

Noticeable 

Soon 

Moving 

Into 

Texas 

Highways 

Wants 

Any 

Thing 

She 

Ought 

Not 

Been 

Up 

Nightly 

Kept 

Others 

Ever 

Hunting 

Men 

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Here is 

A 

Royal 

Maid 

Enjoying 

Laughter 

Education 
Naturally 
Gives 
Liking to 
lightEfflciency 

Reliable 

Operations 

Beneficial 

In so far as to 

Save 

Obligations 

Necessary in exams 

Winsome 

Overwelmingly 

Orderly 

Doing 

Many 

Antics 

Never noisy 

At 

Victuals 
Is 
Shark 

. Many 
Are 

Remembrances 
Yonder 

But 

In 

School 

Her 

Office 

Precedes all 

Wandering 

Around 

Roams 

Dancing 

New 

English 

Rondolas 



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THE HOUSE WHERE DREAMS ARE MADE. 

Oh, if your heart is bonny, and your ear is keen 

For the wee folk in the glade, 
Then come with me way down in the wood 

To the House where Dreams are made. 

It's hidden away down a leafy lane 

Where tall trees arch above; 
It's low, and it's wide, and it asks us in, 

And the key to the door is love. 

Just inside the wee folk are. 

The tiny woodland sprite 
Who hold the glory of sunny days, 

The mystery of star-lit nights. 

In this big space are childrens thoughts 

Gosemer, airy and light. 
Hazy like mist with the sun shot through. 

If ever you've seen such a sight 

The visions of Youth in this room are kept. 

Gorgeous with rainbow's hues; 
Like fluffy clouds they seem to soar, 

And vanish like morning dews . 

And here is the place of big black thoughts. 

Made of that which we cannot see — 
Living dusk that moves and breathes. 

And frightens us terribly. 

Old peoples dreams are veils of grey, 

That flutter and waver and shift 
In the fragile breath of memory, 

As over the past they drift. 

So, if your heart is bonny, and your ear is keen, 

For the wee folk in the glade, 
Then come with me way down in the wood 

To the House where the Dreams are made. 

—A. C. 

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The College Greetings is published monthly by the students 
of Illinois Woman's College. 

Contributions to its pages are solicited from the students of 
all departments, and from the alumnae. They are due the fif- 
teenth of each month. 

Subscriptions, $1.25 a year, payable in advance. Single 
copies 25c. 

Entered at Jacksonville Post Office as second-class matter. 



Contents 




Joy 


170 


A Challenge and an Opportunity 


171 


Our College Calls 


171 


School of Expression 


174 


Editorial 


175 


"Us" 


176 


Prexy 


183 


Of the School of Music 


184 


Belles Lettres 


185 


Alumnae Department 


186 


Concerning Art 


188 


Home Economics Notes 


189 


May Day 


190 


Calendar 


191 


An Open Letter 


194 


Officers for 1921-1922 


195 


Financial Statement of College Greetings 


196 



Joy 

Vera Wardner 

0, 1 can laugh with lips and eyes 

When little joys are come to me; 

My heart can show its happiness 
In outward signs, so easily. 

But when the ache of ecstasy — 

The pain of deepest joy is mine, 

Then I am silent; for my soul 

Is hushed, and in a place divine. 



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A Challenge and an Opportunity 

By the President of the College. 

The generous gift of the General Education Board 
of $133,333 if we secure enough more by June 30, 1923 
to make a half million, is a challenge to the loyalty of 
every present and former student. It is also the greatest 
opportunity the college has ever had to secure an ade- 
quate permanent endowment. 

The immediate response of the Chicago Society in 
pledging at least $2000, and the enthusiastic action of 
present faculty and students in setting a goal of $20,000 
is sure evidence that the challenge is going to be met in 
fine fashion. We trust that this spirit will be contag- 
ious, and that before the campaign ends not a single wo- 
man who has ever been enrolled at I. W. C. will have 
failed to respond. 

No student in college ever pays as tuition anywhere 
near what it actually costs. If every one who has been a 
student at I. W. C. would now pay just the difference be- 
tween what she paid as tuition and what it actually coLt, 
the total endowment would be easily secured. 

Just ask these two questions, and answer as your 
heart will prompt : 

1. What has the College done for me and given to 
me? 

2. How can I show my gratitude and my loyalty ? 

I pledge every Woman's College girl to continued 
loyalty and co-operation until the college has "gone over 
the top." 



Our College Calls 

"0, we ain't got weary yet 
And we never will you bet.' 

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We belong to I. W. C. She has given us her name. 
We may lose our own names, that is, our present ones, ' 
but we'll always be known by our college name. Be- 
sides name, and to back up that name, she has showered 
us with friends for the rest of our lives ; her president 
has made her above par in every v/ay academically, not 
only for us while we're in college, but that we may be- 
long to the A. C. A., — always ; she has given us knowl- 
edge and equipment, physically and mentally, so that 
we may be cultured, useful Vv'omen ; she has given us an 
insight into and an outlook toward every phase of life 
so that we might learn the "art of living" by seeing the 
better way of doing things. She has tided us, or rather 
guided us, over the critical years of our lives, so that we 
have come thru much stronger in character and person- 
ality than we had ever thought possible. What more 
could be done for us ? Now, she, our Alma Mater, needs 
a boost. She must keep up her good reputation, you 
know. She is doing it in every other way, and all she 
needs is Endowment. That's a special name colleges 
have for "sure" investments. They know just where 
to put it, 'cause they've been to college. 

This "generation" of students had never put over 
an Endowment campaign, but we'd heard so much about 
the others that we could scarcely wait to get into it. 
Dr. Hancher and Miss Willard told us all about it, and 
how much it would mean to us and to the world. Well, 
we didn't need much urging, and Dr. Hancher said he 
had never seen so much pep aroused in one half hour as 
in that first Committee meeting. 

The next day Mr. and Mrs. MacMurray came and we 
certainly felt grand as we sang "Howdy do Mac." Well, 
Friday morning was the formal opening of the cam- 
paign. The faculty were all in perfect order until they 
saw that rope stretched from the gallery down to the 

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platform. But first Dr. Harker marked off the squares 
on that big, big board. The General Education Board 
had given $133,333 if the rest of the $500,000 would be 
subscribed by June 1923. The Chicago I. W. C. Society 
voted $2000 as soon as they heard about it. Ah, those 
grand alumnae ! Then Dr. Harker told us in his sweet 
way that he and Mrs. Harker had talked the matter 
over, as they did many things, and decided to give $6,- 
000. Oh what joy rang over the chapel, with "What's 
the matter with Harkers, they're all right." But it was 
the kind of joy that comes with deep appreciation and 
a lump in the throat. Mr. MacMurray in his loving, 
splendid way talked to us and ended by meekly saying 
he and Mrs. MacMurray wanted to give one tenth of the 
amount, and midst singing and yelling so that Music 
Hail fairly burst. Dr. Harker marked off $37,000. Why 
the board doesn't seem half so large now! Even the 
cowbell could not keep still ! 

Then a clown came down the rope, bounced onto the 
platform, shook hands with Dr. Harker, and summoned 
us all to follow. So we went away singing "Pep, pep", 
and "We Ain't got weary yet." When we got down town 
the clown climbed a lamp post and held our $500,000 sign 
above the city. We just couldn't stop this side of Illin- 
ois College, and we do congratulate all the automobiles 
on W. State on being so well built and on having such 
congenial drivers; for not one passed which wasn't 
crowded with girls. Illinois College insisted that we 
stay awhile; but after "Willy" climbed a tree and we 
told them who we were and gave them a cheer, we came 
back just in time for a good lunch. 

The next week the publicity and booster committee 
kept us busy making and watching for new slogans ; go- 
ing to chapel everyday to see class stunts for Endow- 
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ed target in the front hall as it got nearer and nearer 
the mark. 

The latest report from the finance committee 
shows that in two weeks from the time the campaign 
first started $8,000 has been raised in the student body 
and faculty. The Seniors broke the record with 100% 
pledges and marked off $2,000 in their colors. 

We now not only talk for Endowment, and parade 
for Endowment, but Saturday night we had an Endow- 
ment Hop and cleared $25.00. The Sophomores certain- 
ly have pep; they even "stick" for Endowment. If we 
have any pennies we stick them onto their "gluey" tape 
in the front hall. We're planning on a big time at the 
Salvage Sale and at the garden party. "Uncle Tom" 
Buckthorpe wanted to help us, so he's offered to give us 
half the proceeds on a movie. More subscriptions are 
coming in, all the time. 

This summer each one of us is planning to make 
money in some way. Then, next fall, oh I wish I could 
be here to hear the report and how it was done ! 

Dr. Harker gave us this little poem one morning in 
chapel and we've adopted it for the campaign : 
"Have you got any rivers they say are uncrossable ? 
Got any mountains you can't tunnel through? 
We specialize in the wholly impossible. 
We do the things that nobody can do." 

Mildred Keys, Chairman of Endowment Committee 



School of Expression 

The Dramatic Club presented the delightful play, 
"Prunella, or Love in a Dutch Garden" on the campus. 
May 21, under the direction of Miss McCammon. The 
role of Prunella was charmingly played by Lesta Gib- 
bons, while Harriet Keys made a splendid Pierrot. The 
stage setting was very effective, and the piece artist- 
ically rendered. 

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SENIOR STAFF 

Editor-in-chief Vera Wardner 

Associate Editor Cora Cherry 

Assistant Editors — Sue Wade, Margaret Davison, Huldah 

Harmel. 




Into this number of the Greetings we Seniors have 
tried to incorporate the spirit of our class, which is, we 
trust, the spirit of our College, since we are loyal daugh- 
ters of our Alma Mater. An endowment number 
is peculiarly suited to be the embodiment of this spirit, 
because through united effort for a common cause, 
with opportunity of service and sacrifice, individual 
concern is swallowed up in the bigger cause, and College 
Spirit is born anew. 

We feel that our college spirit is one of our most 
treasured possessions; for it comprises our love, our 
associations, our highest hopes for, and our faith in, 
Illinois Woman's College. Therefore we urge each of 
the on-coming classes to guard it jealously and to pass 
it on, as we officially bequeath it to the class of 1922. 

Join the Seniors in the Spirit of I. W. C. and sing : 
''Hear Marse Marker blowin' his horn? 
Tse gwine help him jes' as sho's yo'r bom." 

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"Us" 
Margaret Davison 

The sun beat mercilessly down upon me as I floated 
around for the third day upon the breast of the mighty 
Pacific. I had had no thought of the loss of all my be- 
longings during the dreadful time when the beautiful 
aeroplane, the pride of the B. M. Jones line, crashed 
down and threw me upon the mercy of the waves. To- 
ward the close of the third day, my tired eyes spied 
land. Oh, such a wonderful feeling! I had never 
felt so elated and joyous since the day Dr. Harker 
put two red crosses on the board which represented the 
$1,000,000 endowment. I swam with a heaven sent 
strength toward the land, and with alternate swimming 
and floating, I reached it soon after dark and sank ex- 
hausted upon the warm sand of the shore. Suddenly 
I was surrounded by a state council of men clad in som- 
bre black robes, who knelt solemnly around me. 

"You are the first," began the spokesman for the 
council, "who has ever been cast upon this island ; and 
without our aid, you could never again reach your own 
country." 

My eyes opened wide with fear, but he extended his 
hand with a reassuring gesture. "Do not fear," he con- 
tinued, "it is our intention to see that you are transport- 
ed safely to your native land, and furthermore, we are 
prepared to grant you the one wish uppermost in your 
heart." 

I was immediately left alone. By the time my bene- 
factors returned, had decided that I wanted most of 
all to see the girls of my class at I. W. C. No sooner had 
I expressed the wish than I found myself in Washington 
p. C. at a meeting of the President's Cabinet. Imagine 

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my surprise and elation in seeing Avis Crowder presid- 
ing ! President of the United States ! The old boy, now 
a little older, had been given the great honor of being 
made Secretary of State, the only man in the cabinet. 
I wandered ecstatically around. I stumbled upon the 
offices and laboratories which Louise Koehm and Jocko 
had in partnership. Louise had reverted to her theory 
of Platonic friendship and Avis had given them both 
federal appointments. Good old Avis! Always think- 
ing of others, even in her high position. 

Strange as it may seem, money was always at my 
hand, and suitable clothes were forthcoming without a 
moment's thought on my part. I called a taxi, allowing 
the driver to choose the route, and with great under- 
standing he took me past the Women's shops. I called 
to him to stop in front of Lady Duff Gordon's Washing- 
ton Establishment. I was intensely surprised to find 
that she had sold out her entire stock to Cora Cherry 
and Melba Hamilton. Melba had made such a designer 
when she was chairman of the costume Committee for 
May Day at LW.C. that she received innumerable offers, 
and had rapidly risen to fame. Cora had grown tired of 
trying to drum Greek and Latin into the adamantine 
heads of the men and women at Chicago University, 
and had decided to enter the business world. 

They invited me to attend a concert with them that 
evening, which they assured me would be the treat of 
my life. The artists who were to appear were of world- 
wide fame. Of course, I accepted with great pleasure. 
What poor insignificant school-marm wouldn't have ac- 
cepted the invitation of two such famous ladies ? In my 
open eyed bewilderment, I did not have time to look at 
the program long enough to find out who the artists 
were. When they did appear, the shock completely over- 
came me and I had to be carried out. Things certainly 

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were happening on this trip. But wait until you hear 
why I fainted ! The organist came out first, and play- 
ed an instrument of her own invention, a sort of super- 
hand organ; and oh, wonder of wonders! the organ 
grinder was Olive. Her instrument was the newest 
sensation in music, but that wasn't strange, for Olive 
was always creating musical sensations. Olive was fol- 
lowed by the violinist in the costume of the organ grind- 
er's monkey, and such a charming monkey did Bun 
make that the audience simply lost its head to her. The 
gay and petite danseuse was none other than Huldah 
Harmel. This was the greatest shock that I had had, 
because I had always been quite sure that Huldah would 
end up as a Math shark and I could say with proud sim- 
plicity, "Oh yes, she was in my Math class all the way 
through I. W. C. and Miss Anderson was always so 
proud of her." But life is full of disappointments, and 
anyway it was almost as good to say, "Yes, I used to be 
in the same May Day dances with her." 

My next stop proved to be just as full as that in 
Washington. After my sudden journey from the un- 
known isle to Washington, a little trip from Washington 
to New York seemed as natural as rising in the morn- 
ing, and I found myself in the most beautiful residence 
I had ever even dreamed of. It proved to be the home of 
one of the Astors, the IV, or V or thereabouts. Anyway, 
he had married Betty Frazier, and I was there in all my 
awkwardness to pay her a visit when I had not seen her 
for at least fifteen years. She seemed almost glad to 
see me, but of course she was a very reserved society 
lady now, and couldn't be very glad about anything. But 
such entertainment! The memory alone is enough to 
stagger me when I think of it. The first night we went 
to hear Galli-Curci's successor as leading soprano and 
directoress of the New York Metropolitan Opera Com- 

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pany, and after all my previous shock, I wasn't a bit 
surprised to find that it was Mona. She sent for us af- 
ter the concert and took us down to meet her husband, 
whom for many years I had been very curious to see. 
They had decided that in order to make both ends meet 
they must both work, and consequently, he still held 
his job as National Secretary of the Y. M. C. A. Mar- 
ian Carruthers was his faithful collaborator having a 
similar position in the Y. W. C. A. Wasn't it wonder- 
ful, though, to see the way those girls worshipped Mar- 
ian, and what a good influence she exerted over them ? 

Mona went with us the next day to see Mid Keys 
who had taken Miss Willard's place in the Publicity De- 
partment of the Board of Education of the M.E. Church. 
Mid, through her enthusiasm and the ability which she 
showed during the endowment campaign, had obtained 
the position which she could fill more creditably than 
any one else. 

We went from Mid's office out to Columbia Universi- 
ty to see Agnes Miller who had married the President of 
the University, and still held her position of Head of the 
Education Department. She took us over to see Es- 
ther Harper, also of that department, who had written 
a large number of books on the education of children, 
which were revolutionizing primary methods. 

In the never ending whirl of things I landed in a 
Scientists' meeting, the same kind which Miss Metzner 
attended in Carbondale back in 1921. At any rate, there 
were some very strange looking people there — at times 
I wondered if they were really quite human. Louise 
and Jocko were there in all their glory, and Louise 
brought one of the queerest of the queer over to see me. 
She was a biologist who had made some marvellous 
changes in the Theory of Evolution, and because my or- 
gans of surprise had been so overworked, when Louise 

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told me it was Marian Jane, I greeted her as if I had 
seen her only the day before; but oh Marian Jane! I 
felt like the smallest atom of a confirmed ignoramus, 
beside her. 

I felt myself land with a thud, the next morning, in 
a place which I discovered to be the capital of South 
America. I was hailed as a spy and taken before the 
Chief Consul ; and with fear and trembling I approached 
him or rather her, for it was Laila who had gone down 
there with Lorene and had worked such miracles in or- 
ganization that she had been chosen by the people as 
their leader. She had no time to talk to me, but sent 
me with a guard to see Marian Carter who was Major 
General of the South American army. Marian with a 
cohort of the tenth legion escorted me to Lorene's mis- 
sion. Poor Lorene ! She had dwindled to almost noth- 
ing. For years she had worked among the girls of 
South America, trying to instill in them a maidenly ha- 
tred of the accomplishment of vamping. Why, you ask ? 
Well, because soon after Forrest landed in South Amer- 
ica a Spanish senorita practised her wiley arts upon him 
to such an extent that he asked Lorene to return to him 
that wonderful gem which had been the envy of all of 
us poor slackers who hadn't been able to help in raising 
our per cent to 100. 

On my way back, I stopped in Mexico where I saw 
Isabel whom Avis had sent down there to settle things, 
and settle them she did. Those Mexicans certainly did 
dance to Isabel's tune, and there was no recurrence of 
the guerilla warfare that had gone on there for so many 
years. 

My next jump was across the Atlantic to the Bal- 
kan States where I stopped to see Peg Watson, in whom 
was centered the greatest trust and affection of the 
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life as a nurse during their endless wars, and her 
Christian teaching had had such an effect that the wars 
were becoming fewer and the people were beginning to 
live together in peace and harmony. My next stop was 
at the royal palace in England. Ever since the time 
when we had that debate on the Irish question when I 
was a Freshman at College, I had had a mortal fear of 
what the English King would do to me if he ever got 
me in his clutches. But there was no occasion for my 
fears, for the King's Councillor was an old friend of 
mine Whom he had chosen because he doubted his own 
sagacity in matters of state, and had such firm belief 
in Vera's. Under Vera's able supervision, the country 
had grown in power, and also in the estimation of the 
Irish, whom Vera had liberated. Long live the King 
and Vera! 

I was fairly dizzy with the rapid flight when I 
landed in Peoria, Illinois, and there at the Union Station 
I heard the voice of the little island man in my ear. "If 
you will travel down to Jacksonville, you will see Veriel 
and Sue, and then I shall have fulfilled my promise to 
you." 

"But I haven't seen Mary yet," I exclaimed, and 
he must have known what a great disappointment that 
was, for he smilled gently and answered, "Don't worry, 
just go on the C. P. and St. L. and stop off at Bishop. 
And now good-bye, you won't see me again. You'll ne- 
ver reach the heights which all your classmates have 
reached, but there is always one black sheep ;" and with 
that consoling thought he left me. When the train 
pulled into Bishop the conductor had to put me off 
forcibly. I was sure he was crazy and he in turn was 
sure I was. But who could think that Bishop had 
grown from a store, a church and a few houses to a 
city of such proportions as it now assumed? The mayor 

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of the town was the model mayor of the United States. 
Of course, I might have guessed that Mary with all her 
ideas of orderliness and cleanliness and the executive 
training which she got as student president at I. W. C. 
was the mayor, but who could ever have guessed that 
she would make Pat head of the street cleaning depart- 
ment? Afraid of being brushed out of town as a dirty 
blot (which of course, I was, after my extensive travel- 
Ung) I hastily got back on the train and hurried on to- 
ward Jacksonville. The C. P. still came in at 11:20, so 
I was in time for luncheon at the college. Veriel was 
first to greet me. She was head of the Physical De- 
partment which had so many students that Ave assist- 
ants were required. The gym occupied as much space 
now as the whole college did when I was a girl. That 
endowment campaign certainly did bear fruit! 

Veriel took me up to see the President. It was Sue, 
and she was such a successful college President that ap- 
plication had to be made four years ahead of time to be 
able to enter I. W. C, and the United States Treasury 
Department was considering establishing a mint near- 
by, so great was the amount of money pouring into the 
college. And Jimmy — well, strange as it may seem, Sue 
had broken so away from custom that she had put a 
man on the Greetings Staff and made Jimmy society 
reporter. My sensations changed about that time from 
those of Robinsin Crusoe and Gulliver to those of Rip 
Van Winkle. Certainly after such adventures I was in 
need of rest. No need to pine for unattainable heights 
for I could spend the rest of my days as an honored per- 
sonage basking in the reflected glory of my classmates 
at I. W. C. 



Endorse Endowment ! 



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Vol. XXIV Jacksonville, 111., June, 1921 No. 9 



Editor-in-chief Vera Wardner 

Associate Editor Cora Cherry 
Assistant Editors Margaret Hamilton, Margaret Fowler 

Art Editor Jennie Lacey 

Business Manager Margaret Watson 

Assistant Managers Velma Bain, Helena Betcher 

Faculty Adviser Miss Bertha Jones 



Prexy 

There was a man in our town 

And he was wondrous smart; 

He had to raise Endowment, 
So for it he did start. 

He loaded up with pledge cards. 
He packed his little grip; 

Then he put on his derby hat 
And started on a trip. 

He went to lots of cities, 

He saw a lot of folk, 
And everywhere that Prexy went 

This is the way he spoke: 

"You want a safe investment 
If you have any brains, 

So hand me over your spare cash 
I'll save you all your pains. 

"We have a peachy college 

The best that e'er could be ; 

And if you don't believe me. 

Why, just you come and see. 

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''My job is making women fine 

From out some hundred girls ; 

And in my crown of college jewels 
They are my priceless pearls. 

"We need a million dollars — 

That's why I go about, 
Now, I'll do you a favor 

And let you help me out." 

So Prexy got so many checks 

They stuffed his little grip; , 

And then he came back home 

And told us all about his trip. 



-V. W. 



Of the School of Music 

On the evening of April 25th the violin, piano, voice 
and organ departments of the school of music, gave 
their annual ensemble recital. The organ concerto, play- 
ed by Frank Collins, with orchestral parts on the piano 
played by Margaret Merker, and Bezet's "Agnus Dei" 
given by the Madrigal Club, with soprano solo by Grace 
Terhune, violin obligato by Miss Horsbrugh and organ 
and piano accompaniment by Isabel Woodman and Mar- 
garet Merker respectively, were of especial interest and 
aroused the audience to a high pitch of enthusiasm. 

The last advanced students' recital was given on 
Monday evening May 5th. All the numbers were of 
unusual excellency and it was considered the finest 
student recital given for some time. 

Olive Engle of the class of 1921 gave her senior 
organ recital on Monday evening. May 16th. Her pro- 
gram was one of fine balance and unusual interest. 

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On May 23 the annual concert of the Madrigal 
Club was given under the direction of Mrs. Forrest. 
Although the club has been smaller this year than last, 
it has done unusually good work. The Madrigal Club 
was assisted by Frank Collins and Margaret Merker. 
who played three movements of the ''Concerto Gre- 
garines," for organ and piano by Pietro A. You. An 
item of especial interest was the Cantata "The Sleep- 
ing Beauty" by Frances McCallin, the young-woman 
American composer of Philadelphia. The solo part^ 
were taken by Grace Terhune and Hilma Sample, Mary 
Ballow and Helen Carpenter. Mrs. Forrest at all times 
had the club under complete control as was shown by 
the fine attack, shading and quick rhythmic changes. 

The annual concert of the College Orchestra will 
be given Monday evening, June 6. A varied program 
consisting of numbers by Schubert, Beethoven, Grieg, 
and the modern composers, is being prepared. Miss 
Louise Miller of the Vocal Department will be the as- 
sisting soloist. We are sure that this concert, which is 
under the direction of Professor Pearson, will be one 
of unusual interest and enjoyment. 



Belles Lettres 

The Belles Lettres Society will hold its seventieth 
anniversary reunion during commencement time, June 
fourth to seventh. A banquet will be given Tuesday 
evening with Mrs. Catherine DeMotte Gates as toast- 
mistress. Mrs. Alice McElroy Griffith, the only living 
charter member of the Society, will be its honored 
guest. 

Although many of the former members will be un- 
able to attend because of living in distant parts of the 
United States and Europe, yet a large number are ex- 
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Alumnae Department. 

My dear Dr. Harker: — 

Last week I received a note from Mrs. Graham, 
former secretary of our Chicago Society, enclosing your 
request for an account of our annual meeting, April 9, 
1921. 1 shall be very glad to satisfy your request so far 
as I am able. 

The Chicago Society of Illinois Woman's College 
held its annual meeting and banquet at Hotel La Salle, 
Saturday, April ninth, at one o'clock. The society had 
eagerly anticipated having dear Dr. Harker present, 
but forgave his absence, knowing the heavy pressure of 
circumstances and duties at this time of the year. 

Guests of honor were Senator James E. MacMur- 
ray and Mrs. MacMurray of Chicago, Mrs. E. C. Lam- 
bert of Jacksonville, 111, and the Misses Waller of Oak 
Park, 111. 

The Society was particularly fortunate this year 
in its speakers. Senator MacMurray discussed briefly 
and informally the subjects of college rank, college 
finances and college expansion. He also brought be- 
fore us the recent endowment possibility and urged our 
interest and attention. He spoke enthusiastically of 
the fine type of womanhood Illinois Woman's College 
ever gathered to its self, of the superior work done un- 
der the care of superior-expert teachers, and of the un- 
tiring and little short of marvelous accomplishments of 
our own Dr. Harker. 

Mrs. E. C. Lambert spoke also, and after extend- 
ing greetings from Dr. and Mrs. Harker, carried us 
within the very walls of our Alma Mater where we 
were completely lost in the beauty and delightful sur- 
roundings. While we were seated under the "fairy lat- 
ticed ceiling with southern smilax floating dreamily 

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above our heads," the spell of it all settled about us and 
we had a veritable heart to heart talk. We felt we would 
be willing to do anything for our college and one thing 
we knew must be — that is — the girls of the various so- 
cieties must have the necessary room for their meetings 
and increased enrollment. That must be. 

Mrs. Lambert then told us of the great need for uni- 
ted effort in securing the endowment fund conditions, 
told us of the interest of one or two other societies than 
ours, and urged our deepest interest. 

The afternoon was now drawing to a rapid close. 
Many had been obliged to leave. Our speakers had 
gone and there was a mere handful of society members 
left when the new officers were announced and invited 
to present themselves. However, numbers were not 
necessary and the old time spirit of "a few gathered 
together" manifested itself. Our spirits were right 
with the college and, after a short speech of acceptance, 
the incoming president made a plea not only in behalf 
of deep interest in the college, but of interest also in 
women who contemplate professional or business life 
who stop just short of college. An earnest plea was al- 
so made by the president that we, the Chicago Society 
of Illinois Woman's College, pledge our word to a defin- 
ite amount toward the endowment. Discussion was 
spirited and soon a pledge of one thousand dollars was 
made. Now three hundred dollars had been pledged by 
three people and other pledges were trembling upon 
their feet to have an opportunity to speak — when — 
presto — by unanimous vote, it was decided to raise the 
pledge to two thousand dollars ! just think of it ! My 
only regret is that Mrs. Lambert and Senator and Mrs. 
MacMurray did not see the result of fine enthusiasm. 
Had the forty-five present in the afternoon remained, 
I am sure we would have well passed the thousand dol- 

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lar pledge right there. Indeed, it was quite delightful 
and one might well have thought we were "College 
Buds" instead of really professional women. Seven 
hundred twenty five dollars were pledged on the spot. 

We knew you would be delighted and we could 
hardly wait to send word to both Mrs. Lambert and you. 

One more delightful point to be remembered was 
the presence of Mrs. George Selden Smith (Mary Mans) 
of Chicago, and Mrs. Charles Adams of Oak Park, 111. 
(Mrs. Elvira Hamilton Adams.) These ladies are both 
graduates of early college classes, but their great inter- 
est in the college today and their deep enthusiasm in 
its advancing work are most delightful. 

Margaret V. McKee, 
President of the Chicago Society of I. W. C. 



Miss Rosalie Sidell, '07 of Sidell, Illinois, was mar- 
ried to Mr. Walter Huffman of Elkhart, Indiana, on 
Thursday, May 26. Mr. and Mrs. Huffman will make 
their home at Foraker, Indiana. Miss Edith Conley of 
the class of 1908 sang "At Dawning" at the wedding. 



Concerning Art 

Miss Knopf is honored in having a painting, 
"Spring Flower Motif" on Exhibition with the First 
Annual International Exhibition of Water Color 
painting being shown at the Chicago Art Institute. 

On April 16th a small group of Art students went 
with Miss Knopf to Chicago to see some Exhibitions. 
They were very fortunate in seeing a wonderful Exhibi- 
tion by Nicholas Roerich, a modern Russian painter; 
the International Water Color Exhibition, and one man 
shows by Maurice Fromkes, Abram Poole, and Harry 
Stickroth. 

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April 29th, we had the good fortune to hear Mr. 
Robert B. Harsche, Assistant director of the Chicago 
Art Institute in a lecture on "Modern Painting and the 
Modernists." Mr. Harsche was assistant director of 
Exhibits at the Panama Pacific Exhibition, was more 
recently connected with Carnegie Institute, Pittsburg, 
where he was largely responsible for the International 
Collections of Contemporary art, has compiled a refer- 
ence work on Modern Painting and is an authority on 
the subject. He came to the College through the afforts 
of the Art department. 



Home Economics Notes 

The members of the class in Preparation and Selec- 
tion of Foods entertained the Seniors of the Home Eco- 
nomics department at a dinner given in the Home Eco- 
nomics dining room, Saturday evening May 21. A varie- 
ty of methods of cooking were used in the preparation 
of the dinner. Part was cooked with the Loraine Oven 
Heat Regulator, part was cooked in the pressure cooker, 
and part was prepared in the fireless cooker, using one 
compartment for cooking and another for freezing, car- 
rying on both processes at the same time. 

Other guests at the dinner were Miss Storrs, Miss 
Merling, and Miss Jones and her mother, Mrs. P. G. 
Jones, of Champaign. 

Three of the Seniors have accepted positions for 
next year. Miss Crowder is to teach Home Economics at 
Mattoon, Illinois ; Miss Carter at Charleston ; and Miss 
Hamilton at Albany, Wisconsin. 

Mary Ellison and Marian Munson gave a demon- 
stration at the Mound Hill country Women's club at the 
Rowe home, near Rowe's woods, May 12. 

The Home Economics Seniors finished their prac- 
tice teaching at Murray ville High School May 23 by giv- 

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ing a dinner to which the mothers of the pupils and the 
members of the Domestic Science club were invited. 



May Day 

Isabel Woodman 

Our May day this year was proclaimed by many to 
be one of the most picturesque and artistically conceiv- 
ed fetes that I. W. C. has ever given. The action was 
based on a very clever scenario, "The Enchanted 
Thorn," written by John Reams. The time was a May 
morning about the year 100 A. D. and the English set- 
ting was especially charming. Along the road to Lon- 
don town one saw an old well, a scaffold with a limp 
body swinging in the breeze, a shrine partly hidden by 
the dense thicket and a Hawthorne tree that really 
bloomed. 

The weird old witches, the wicked little dwarf, the 
farmer lads and milk maids, the fays in their perfectly 
lovely costumes of different shades, the chimney- 
sweeps, the brave knight and his esquire, bold Robin 
Hood and his band and the mischievous antics of Hob- 
by-Horse and Jack-in-the-Green, all delighted the audi- 
ence with their pretty dances and exciting skirmishes. 
Martha Sellew, trundled in on a wheel barrow as a 
bunch of rags, did an interesting interpretive dance full 
of artistic rhythm. 

The Queen's party was one of the most charming 
ever seen on the campus. Sue Wade, our May Queen, 
garbed in Royal robes, rode in a chariot drawn by two 
horses. Her escort included her maid of honor, Louise 
Koehm, pages, two adorable little cupids dressed in red, 
and her ladies-in-waiting. The plot of the Enchanted 
Thorn ended happily when Ruth Harker, last year's 

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Queen, in a pretty ceremony, crowned Sue as the Queen 
of 1921. 

The procession along the London Highway was one 
of the most picturesque parts of the fete. Milk maids, 
farmer boys, fishermen, fine ladies and gentlemen, a 
farmer lad leading a real cow, artisans, shepherds and 
goose girls driving a flock of real geese, made up the 
motley crowd that passed along the way, watching the 
dances, and stopping to drink at the well. 

Music was furnished by the college orchestra, di- 
rected by Mr. John Kearns. Veriel Black was chainnan 
of the May Day committee and was assisted by Margar- 
et Hamilton, Mildred Goodwine, Cora Cherry, Melba 
Hamilton, chairman of costume committee, Margaret 
Merker, chairman of music committee, and Vera Ward- 
ner and Leona Switzer of the dance committee. 



Calendar 

Monday, April 11. The Faculty entertains the alumnae 
and "us" at a tea. Um ! Everything was good, and 
pleasing to the eye, too. Miss Anderson told us 
ahead of time to wear our pretty clothes. 

Tuesday, April 12. Lambdas indulge in a picnic. 

Wednesday, April 13. The only record I can find is that 
Melba got a recommendation from Mr. Metcalf . 

Thursday, April 14. Betty, Peg and Vi went to Cham- 
paign. 

Friday, April 15. Esther Harper's certificate Recital. 
Lots of excitement about the Excursion to Chicago. 

Saturday, April 16. Freshmen and Soph Party. Melba 
thought she was going to Chicago, but she didn't. 
Vera went, and so did Miss Knopf and the Art 
students. 

Monday, April 18. Melba and Mary went to Murray- 
ville. 

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Tuesday, April 19. The only thing I can find is about 
Melba again. (That's because all this stuff came 
from her diary) 

Wednesday, April 20. Omit (It's Melba again.) 

Thursday, April 21. This really ought to be in Red 
Letters. Dr. and Mrs. Harker entertained us at 
dinner. We'd been looking forward to it for a year ; 
now we'll look back on it another. 

Saturday, April 23. We certainly did plant that tree 
well. Some of us didn't contribute very 
much to its support — the shovel slipped sometimes, 
but Dr. Harker made up for that. 
French plays were given in the social room at night. 

Monday, April 25. Annual Ensemble Recital. 

Tuesday, April 26. Dr. Hancher afid Miss Willard 
come, and we begin to get warmed up for the En- 
dowment. 

Wednesday, April 27. Endowment Committee has 
dinner together and inflict the report of the good 
things to eat upon the rest of us. 

Thursday, April 28. The Juniors do "Androcles and 
the Lion" and Izzy entertains the Seniors at din- 
ner. Mr. Elder talked in chapel. 

Friday, April 29. Yea, Endowment ! $206,000, and we 
ain't got weary yet! Willie descends upon us in 
chapel and leads us in a parade. In the evening we 
hold an appreciation meeting for our Beloved 
Harkers and MacMurrays. Mr. Harsche lectures on 
modern painting. 

Saturday, April 30. Pep class meetings. The Harkers 
and MacMurrays return the compliment! 

Sunday, May 1. Church. 

Monday, May 2. Freshmen wake us up with unholy 
yells. Winners of placard contest, all hail to Miss 
Whitmer, Eloise, and Lucy. Add-a-line. "Hemani" 



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and Miss Castillion's original Spanish play are giv- 
en at night — Endowment benefit. 

Tuesday, May 3. "There were three fishermen who 
couldn't fish a bit," but they fished right in our 
chapel and caught a lot of pep for Endowment! 

Thursday, May 5. The Sophomore boys and girls, ac- 
companied by their mammas, practiced for Child- 
ren's Day. 

Friday, May 6. We take our turn and do a stunt. 

Saturday, May 7. Hurray! We mark off two squares 
in red, and "we keep on keepin' on." 

Sunday, May 8. Meeting in morning in honor of Moth- 
er's Day. Lots of May-Day guests. 

Monday, May 9. May Day. All kinds of animals run- 
ning around loose, and the rain waited until we got 
through performing. 

Tuesday, May 10. Half hohday. Tra ! la ! la ! 

Wednesday, May 11. Miss Jordan talks in chapel. 

Thursday, May 12. Whoopee, $8,000 raised by stud- 
ents and faculty. Yea, Endowment! 

Friday, May 13. And we installed our officers for next 
year! Well, all signs fail in dry weather, and it 
didn't rain! 

Saturday, May 14. We assert our authority, and do 
ordain that henceforth and forever, the Senior 
Class is the sole proprietor of the East side of the 
steps of the Main entrance, to be known as the 
"Senior Perch." College Endowment Dance. 

Sunday, May 15. The Glee Club sings at the Christian 
Church. 

Monday, May 16. Greetings Staff entertains the New 
Staff at a luncheon at Peacock Inn. Freshman- 
Junior Garden Party. Olive Engel's Organ Recital 
in evening. 

May 17. Miss Austin instructs us about the Scabes. 

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Thursday, May 19. Senator Mac brings Senator Bar- 
bour to speak to us on "Lincoln." 

Saturday, May 21. "Prunella" on the campus. 

Sunday, May 22. Americanization Day. 

Monday, May 23. Salvage Sale a success. "Flying Pat" 
in afternoon and Madrigal concert in evening. 



An Open Letter to Illinois Woman's College "Girls," 
Past and Present. 

You are one of a great family of Illinois Woman's 
College "girls." Have you ever set down what the col- 
lege has given you? 

1. Probably the College gave you some of the dear- 
est and closest friends you have ; friends who have made 
your life rich and happy. 

2. The College probably gave you some of the har • 
piest days of you life ; days fragrant with the joys of 
memory, that you delight to live over and over again. 

3. The College doubtless opened for you the gate >f 
opportunity a little wider, and has enabled you to do 
more and to be more in every relation of life. 

4. The College gave you all it had, and would have 
been happy to give you more. It gave you the unmeas- 
ured, and always poorly paid, devotion and service of 
teachers and president, whose only regret was that they 
couldn't do still more to help you. 

NOW — What have you given the Woman's College ? 

That's a fair question, I'm sure. Hasn't the College a 
right to expect that you will want to do something, and 
be glad to do something, especially at a time when the 
need is so urgent, and the opportunity so inviting? 

Your College is rapidly becoming one of the first 
Woman's Colleges of the country. You can be proud of 
its record. You can be enthusiastic about it. 

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What it most needs now is your Co-operation. We 
want you to get back of this Half Million Dollar Cam- 
paign, heart and soul. Interest your friends about it. 
You may know of people who can give to a great cause 
like this. Send us their names, and tell us about them. 

Write and tell us that you still love the old school 
and that we may count on you. We will keep you in- 
formed about the campaign. 

The College has done something for you. What can 
you do for the college ? 

Sincerely yours, 

Joseph R. Harker. 



Officers of Organizations 
Students' Association : 

President 

Vice-President 

Secretary 

Treasurer 
Y. W. C. A.: 

President 

Vice-President 
niiwoco : 

Editor-in-chief 

Business Manager 
The College Greetings: 

Editor-in-chief 

Business Manager 
Athletic Association: 

President 

Vice-President 
Belles Lettres: President 
Theta Sigma, President 
Phi Nu, President 
Lambda Mu, President 
Dramatic Club, President 
Glee Club, President 

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for 1921-1922 

Harriet Keys 

Gladys Laughlin 

Florence Weber 

Grace Styles 

Janette Wallace 
Margaret Fowler 

Helena Betcher 
Doris Hamilton 

Ada Clotfelter 
Lura Hurt 

Margaret Hamilton 

Dorothy Dean 

LeNora Kriege 

Jennie Lacey 

Vema Mershon 

Leona Switzer 

Dorothy Remley 

Mary Ballow 



Financial Statement of the College Greetings 

Balance at the beginning of the school year $100.00 

Receipts : 

From advertising by M. Watson 520.75 

From subscriptions V. Bain 273.65 

Ice cream sale 10.00 

Sale of Book Plates 5.60 



Total Income 910.00 

Disbursements : 
Roach — 

First eight issues of Greetings, $65 each $520.00 

Greetings Extra 13.00 

500 Envelopes 3.50 

Cuts 6.00 

Book Plates 3.00 







Total 


545.50 


Paid M. Watson for cards 


1.00 


Post Office for stamps and deposits 


5.60 


Lura Hurt for Illiwoco 


20.00 


Magazines for Library 


12.32 


Irene Schlosser for work 


1.50 


Peacock Inn for ice cream 


10.55 


Prizes 


10.00 


Cards 


.40 


Total 


$606.87 


Balance on Hand 


303.13 


Estimated Expenditures : 




Senior Issue of Greetings 


$65.00 


Greetings Luncheon 


15.00 


Senior class (class day programs) 


10.00 


Junior class (commencement decorations) 


10.00 


Amount left to staff of 1921-1922 


100.00 



Total 200.00 

Probable Balance to be given Endowment Fund $103.13 

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